I cannot help but feel
Something isn't right
Trapped in a simulation
Built on misery and fright
So do
Something
Something
To help me
Just do
Something
Something
To help yourself
Do you feel the splinter in your mind
Can you see the walls of the prison they designed
All the naïve cower
With arrogance and pride
Loathe to seek the power
Hidden deep inside
So do
Something
Something
To help me
Just do
Something
Something
To help yourself
Do you feel the splinter in your mind
Can you see the walls of the prison they designed
You've been told there's a karmic debt you owe
As above, so below
Profane transmission
System overrun
Sowing division
Where there is none
Can you believe?
Would you receive?
The consciousness around
Creating the sweetest sound
Do you feel the splinter in your mind
Can you see the walls of the prison they designed
You've been told there's a karmic debt you owe
As above, so below
