We never really do escape
We rule this world with hallucinated gape
And outside the colours blur
Our vision fails us
Like a failing stupor
Hold steady, not yet can you afford to slip
In the deluded pages of reality
Where you, the Tyrant.
Where you, the Ruler.
Where you, the Governor.
Are but governed by the same restless lips.
Not by your people
Not by their choice
But by those whose smiles
Hide the evils of their voice
You, the Invincible
You, the naive
You, the fool
Can’t help but cave
You act the lord, you are the slave.