Prospero

Wake up in the sound of an airbag
As dim lights flicker by your eyes
Silver screens like a circus
Where the whole world is at war
If you in a pack, you in a pack
You falling asleep, oh, it’s just a dream
You don’t wanna go back
It follows a scheme
Nothing’s ever anything like it seems
You’re reality, a fucking solar beam
You come from a shroom
You’re made up from drugs
Are you in the room or the room inside you
You live in a flume
Gotta look away from your egos projections of gloom
Projections are made to keep you in the room
Winners don’t complaint
Why you working late
Looking for a raise?
You biting their bait
They turning their backs if you start to donate
Thy need those documents on the soonst date
Fuck their growing rate
You gotta escape their toxic mind state
You gotta make your reality dilate