(Verse 1: John Hendrixs)
Under the night sun
Blue collars colored black, because laboring
Day jobs, minimum wage made just to pay Tom
Economic instabilities you can't break from
Drugs, guns, who*es, a warriors drum
German propaganda made you hate us
Project buildings where pot heads k**ed in
Projects like constructing the H-bomb
Corruption, lies, viruses, genetic mutations
Secret cover ups hiding the spaceships
Cattle mutilations smell cologne
Coming close off a caricatured
Clone identical faces, African nations
Colonial rule siphoning fuel for their preservation
Now how do it feel?
Is la la land still gracious, drive by's, oil spills
Anonymous plane crashes
Earth quakes awakening ancestors
Prolonged devastation faint lullabies song
The house is rising, fiction love
Fiction eyes, fiction dreams
Fiction schemes, seems reality
(Hook)
Do you believe what they telling you is real
Its fictional reality, we living a fictional reality
(Verse 2: John Hendrixs)
Running near the river and the river runs dry
The sky isn't there hope these pupils
Never lie, I saw an automatic weapon that changed
Into a tuneless guitar I played peaceful hymns
High on LSD like Woodstock
I could end the world and a holocaust
I can ride my bike with no handle bars
Courtesy of Flobots
Were manipulated to believe were free
Coerced stipulations eliminated those thoughts
Materialism's a serum, it cures the haves and make serial
k**ers of have nots, delusional sinners awarded
Mental wards, they used as human experiments
Immune systems explored biological
The best war, you won't ever see they faces
Only see they plagues only pledge an allegiance
To a resistance fighting the machine
Until life is d**h and d**h brings life an sings
Fiction love, fiction eyes, fiction schemes, fiction dreams
Seems reality
(Verse 3: John Hendrixs)
Conceived in a city where n***as never sleep
The scenery is seen, it seems pretty
But what isn't portrayed are the
Other parts obscenities
Unseen obsessions, undisclosed sessions
Luis Vuitton for the wolves' bullet holes
For the meek, your ace dealing in deceit
They rather riot like fifty
Before they read quotes by Nietzsche
Idolizing an auto-bot off Tv
Televisions a fabricated experience
Altered off the architects thinking
I wish I can, I wish can
b**h I can, transition from a Hyundai
To a Lamborghini eating lamb chops
Somewhere expensive antique chandeliers
Dangle from the ceiling, this ain't real
Last night was my past life, she was
On her high horse with low self-esteem
In her high heels, b**h this ain't real
You seeing the mirage senses feels
Senseless towards all these facades
Sensei said we apart GOD
Project true intentions then evolve
Illusions
Objects receding backwards becoming nothingness
Words unraveling to form incomplete sentences
Pieces of space disintegrating
Bits of the atmosphere breaking off from nowhere
Landing in your cappuccino
Only God would be able to mend
Together earth and water
Vice and virtue with virtual reality