dmtryptamine said:

i dunno, i wrote something...

Untitled at the moment

It's funny how me can make
Everything in this world
Look so real but ourselves
We're slaves to the machine
We're dead zombies wandering
A technological wasteland
Drugged not by the "illicit"
But television and religion
At the ripe age of five we're imprisoned
Brainwashed to conform
And stand in straight lines
Punished for not being on time
To the jail cell classroom;
Only to become full time slaves
In an illusion.
It's funny how me can make
Everything in this world
Look so real but ourselves
But life had just begun for me
There was time left,
Nothing looks real anymore.
Is this but some sick dream
Or some sick mind, longing convalescence...
But isn't it funny how me can make
Everything in this world
Look so real but ourselves...

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