See now when I wake in the mornin
Three eyes flip wide open
That ain’t no mistake
I aim to shake the chains off the brain waves they controllin
Cuz mental freedom been stolen
They squeeze it and hold it
Hopin to drain every ounce of imagination and creation leavin us empty and soulless
that brings us back to my motives
This low key treachery I ain’t fuckin condoning
So understand, my plan be to crack the seal on ya pineal gland
Shedding light on the plight enflicted on the 99 % by every corrupt corporate global elite businessman
I know this may blow over some of ya heads like a breeze when you sittin under a ceiling fan
But don’t fear it man, I’m like Morpheus offering you salvation from the agent smith scorpions
So what’s important is, red pill or blue the choice is always yours to be altering your course
Behind these two doors is a life of free will or continuation of the simulation being a living mindless corpse
These mental wars have been fought many times before
The type of battles that lack the rattles of gunfire violence and bloodshed from innocent young men and woman in deserts or beaches and their shores
In conclusion, simply your faith I look to restore
So we don’t need to suffer the wrath casted anymore
by these real life fuckin versions sadistic twisted sith lords