I stare up at the sky and begin to believe
That maybe we are really trapped
Under this roof of blue
This roof of grey
This roof of black
We're all prisoners, and we don't even know it yet

This world of putrid, filthy, hatred
Hiding behind a smile of freedom
That clearly is nonexistent
When you can't even love
Or conceive your inner being in an
Infiltrated high
But oh, it is what is best for all
Because that's what they say
And they're right, aren't they?

Sometimes I really wonder
If our lives are just tests
To see if we can evolve and become even greater
But in greater honesty
We all put each other's evolvement on hold
And so the human race
Is doomed
Until we all blow up
And we start over again

Most of us believe
That earth is a beautiful place
And we're all so very lucky
To live in this globe of paradise
But if you're intelligent enough to realize
This earth
This very earth
Isn't such a paradise after all
But an everglowing
And empowering
Nightmare
Waiting to erupt
And take over us all

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