Everything you see in here is a lie.

Everything you see in here is a lie,
You see what they show you
They show you what you want to see,
Seeing is deceiving, visuals are corrupting.

Yes, you are like the horse in a blind fold.
And you need to see beyond that cloth,
You should see a painting as it is,
But, not as it comforts you hiding reality.

Yes, fall to my words, go deeper down.
You will realize your whole life is a big lie,
Then you blame me, as you can't accept it,
And you start to rebuild a lie, then let it die.

You create a loop and become a sloth,
As you are afraid of following your destiny,
And you're afraid of exploring the truth,
The truth is easy but you don't need it's key.

You're a coward dressed like a soldier,
You don't even know, why you're born for,
And even if you knew, you have no courage,
To change your life into something beautiful.

And you again do the same mistake until you die
And you let everything fade, to start living a lie.

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