The red curtain didn't hide much, but the obvious
Subliminally we all knew
"Life" was fiction
And people through out time
Wrote books and books
About "pure imagination"
Now there calling it a revelation
As one human being to another
What is it about you i can' understand
Why is it that we complicate our days
And complain, reminiscing with tears
Of a time we can never get back
I've hanged from the stars of the universe
And watched as cruelty raped justice
And while I idly sat back, observing
Conflict was taking place in the name of peace...
Physically I wanted to stop it
Spiritually I held back
Cause it wasn't worth it
I realized things naturally happen for reasons
Rarely things of coincidence shape the world
Philosophy had wrote it's last book
knowledge was a rare thought
were living side by side with fools and idiots
Only thing is they don't know it yet
