They say that time is an illusion, but it’s still ticking every day
Or that reality ain’t real, but it still sets in either way
Cuz when the mirror starts talking back it’s got a lot of things to say
About what’s hiding deep inside and what’s still coming out to play
You see, we’re stuck inside the ransom for the saving of our souls
Our cups don’t overfloweth when we haven’t patched the holes
Always bending rims on potholes cuz we don’t like to pay the tolls
Out here looking for the firelight and ignoring the bed of coals
A wave may be a barrel but eventually it’ll break
A flame may burn a forest but it cannot cross the lake
The wind can’t move a mountain even though the trees may shake
But the earth inside the rock face will all come down in the quake
So find a purpose in the moment as a herald of the times
Got to get your ass in motion, find the line between the rhymes
Can’t get yourself distracted every time the chapel chimes
Because beneath the deity’s feet there lies a man begging for dimes
And we’re living in reality
Created by society
Don’t fit with what my eyes can see
So what am I supposed to be
A creator with no mastery
Just shakin down the money tree
For hedonist debauchery
And really, it ain’t right for me
