Theirs no such thing as real it’s just evolution
Underneath your toupee your still deluded from the real pollution
Genocide to the real race in gas chambers, that’s a Hitler solution
While Bambi was eaten by the ‘hypebeast’ now that’s an execution
Real is a woman dressed in fancy clothing
being undressed with self-comforting persuasions of Gok-Wan
Then when naked we realise you’re the same thing
and I’ve already Got-Wan (got one) maybe two or three
Media mind tricks disciples of Obi-Wan Kenobi
Hollywood walk of fame I now bring you star wars, A strip where money is the matter funding
an orbital space with pre-scripted chatter, idolised gods in unholy batter causes
neurotoxin shut down of the death adder,
Satana in a red dress full of chatter in hope of the grand amore
Real love is a tour, if coidus is more than four then the grand amore is never more
Purity is a chore and if done right the ring of eternity could be yours
However, real people have flaws and if you are real enough to admit that, I applause
That you are not a victim of the blissful ignorance of illusion, a cause of the blue pill grants confusion that the reality you are accustomed to is a lie, you are a prisoner of the mental prison
We are a blind society, bounded by shackles in the matrix of a distorted vision
Lead by the Artificial intelligence programme called C.L.E.G.G
Commanding leader of the European global genocide
Its guaranteed were gonna die, so we ride this religious tide for the last remaining years of our life’s, searching for encrypted messages in the book of Eli, where the so called truth lies
but we don’t know what to believe, is the prediction real or what King James perceives
Years of Chinese whispers and hundreds of wasted trees,
Who’s responsible for these belligerent crimes published a thousand times,
By old men with a bad case of nostalgia enjoying too much bread and red wine.
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