I saw what made me real.
It wasn't lack of dignity that made it so dramatic.
It was just that I didn't get a say.
I'm gonna change the world another day.
For now I'll hide my face away.
And there's no way that you can tell me,
that I will belong.
A life shackled upwards,
Every time.
Keep your eyes skyward.
Form a rhyme.
You won't have to see them,
as you crush them underfoot.
There's no room to climb.
I am afraid and I don't know how not to be.
I smoke too much and see things that I am not supposed to see.
And there's a way to escape,
there's a way to be a true machine.
I guess I can't be sure of what I mean.
But I do know what to say.
"There's people on the silver screen that tell you what to feel,
And lies are lies and truths are truths and both of them are real,
Illusions can kill and healing can thrill,
and you are falling,
and I will not be able to interfere."
Like a stone dropped from Heaven, just to watch the impact.
I saw what made you real.
It wasn't lack of foresight that made it so dramatic.
It was just that I couldn't simply melt away.
Like the one you fell for yesterday.
And you know that there's no point, but pray.
You know it does no good, but
God might not listen, anyway.
This isn't real, not for long;
I have to be weak; so I can be strong.
And there's no way,
to say that I'll belong.
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