Just Isn't Right

I walked a path of Chosen
My thoughts to myself
The trees as my only company
Me, trying to figure out what's left.

I have no idea where I'm heading
Or have a clue of where I've been
But I do know I've been picked
For achieving the greatest sin.

It was unspeakable to even think of it
Just forsaken to even fathom
Trying to find my missing pieces
While I'm figuring out where I'm from.

My whole life is its own lie
Its own effort to change whats right
A act against freedom, good and bad,
Some of us not giving up without a fight.

How would you feel, my friend,
If someone told your whole life was an experiment?
An experiment to test human's boundries
Just for their own entertainment.

What if your whole life
Was just a made up dream
Just an imagined vortex of pixels
A part of many other schemes?

Though its hard to struggle with truth,
Hard to break the surface into reality
I can do anything, and everything,
Putting aside my destined Insanity.

The chips in my head tell a story
A story held with memories of doubt
Trying to seperate reality from truth
I'm just pleading to get out

My sin is unspoken
A part of the past
So as I tell you this,
These words are my last.

If you see how life is turning,
From light to dark, dark to light,
Then you'll understand my meaning,
When I say, "This world just isn't right."