an i said to the moon who are you my blue dream?
and the moon whispered "life's not as it seems,"
all of these stories you've found in your head..
all of the time, living an dead"
lost in wonder from the words it had said
i recall all the words i had read of the days passed before.
all the people that had crossed through that door as the minds eye gaped.
truth always waits to show its face yet the truth is clear in the details always near.. without seeing them they disappear before our eyes.
distracted by propaganda's lucid ties to our souls..
how well they know how to take control. their power i fight,
i need no one to tell me wrong from right..
their rules built to uphold self truths..
may i be the wicked rebel.
id rather be of light then another commercial devil.
and the moon whispered "life's not as it seems,"
all of these stories you've found in your head..
all of the time, living an dead"
lost in wonder from the words it had said
i recall all the words i had read of the days passed before.
all the people that had crossed through that door as the minds eye gaped.
truth always waits to show its face yet the truth is clear in the details always near.. without seeing them they disappear before our eyes.
distracted by propaganda's lucid ties to our souls..
how well they know how to take control. their power i fight,
i need no one to tell me wrong from right..
their rules built to uphold self truths..
may i be the wicked rebel.
id rather be of light then another commercial devil.