Steven Roberts - Fictional Reality lyrics

(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