The truth might be out there
But we rarely pay attention
Minutes keep moving
While the hour hand beckons
A dream
Within a dream
Within a dream
Inception
The truth might be out there
But we rarely pay attention
Never ending spinning top
Inception
Give a dodgy pseudonym
Fibbing at reception
Scribble out the boxes
A thousand pieces
Tear the form
Screw face desk clerk
Greet us with a ugly scorn
Big brother
No escaping out the matrix
Orwell foretold
Boots on our faces
Still dumbfounded
Like pen and teller magic tricks
Wonder how we got here
Wonder what we're dealing with
Clockwork orange
Brain washing
John an Jane doe
Turn us into monsters
Fighting for the same dough
Never get to bake the cake
And polish off the last slice
In it until the death of it
Never stop to think twice
No school like the old school
Still in session
Colonial histories
Masochistic lessons
Where's the head masters
To answer all our questions
The truth might be out there
But we Rarely pay attention
Baton down the hatches
Double check the locks
Safe as houses
Twentieth century fox
Another feature presentation
For the curious
But dots don't match
And the storyline is spurious
Country mile
We're smiling
Happy wonderers
Residing in this England
Philosophers and ponderers
Searching for binoculars
To check out
If their on to us
Stick
Twist
Bust
Find yourself
Firmly under the bus
Can't see
Ghosts in the machine
Grinding to halt
Another dirty data breach
Oceans of these terabytes
Who said life's a beach
Front stroke
Apple mac float
Smash the TV
Like Kweli
Keep it happening in real life
Forget about a selfie
Memories in our real mind
Make the most of life time
Or squander the seconds
Minutes keep moving
While the hour hand beckons
PEACE LOVE & PEOPLE POWER!
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