From your waking breath
To your fate of death
It’s an illusion
When you learned to walk
When you learned to talk
It’s an illusion
The teachers, the schools
The kids that were cool
It’s an illusion
The air you breath
The webs you weave
From your fingertips
To what you worship
It’s an illusion
From the smell of a flower
To the government power
What’s on TV
Believing you’re free
It’s an illusion
Follow the rules
Be their tool
You do the work
By hands or by clerk
It’s an illusion
Pouring the tar for the roads, the cars
Sports, pop culture and A-list stars
Media, elections and advertising
Corruption, agenda and all the disguising
Hooking, crooking, arraignment and booking
Prisons, parole, the hiding, the looking
Building, producing, creating the profits
The wealthy, the idle, you let them live off it
The bone to the dog to the blue collar cog
Enforcing, outsourcing, the blood that is coursing
Splitting the classes, the key is the forcing
Ideas on the world, from cities and towns
Clowns with a plan, while the masses frown
It’s an illusion
You have the power
Do what you can do
I’ve been sent to you
So you can view
The illusion
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