Simulation

Extra, extra, read all about it,
we are living in a simulation, don't doubt it,
like ants in an ant farm, so crowded,
if you killed a beetle, would you scream and shout about it?

As three dimensional beings in 3-D, we're
limited to lights and sound as seen on TV,
anything above or below those few frequencies, at
best you'll be feeling 'em via the heebie-jeebies,

Imagine a world in which you're being watched,
nonstop, like migrant workers on the clock, ex-
cept these illegals got the block on lock, your
life has a time limit, like a stopwatch,

the block is hot, it's not a good look,
like "Mein Kampf" is not a good book, our
leaders are cooking the books, whoops, should we
live the dream or win the game, by hook or by crook?

[HOOK]

That's life, regardless how you take it,
it's your clay, figure out how to shape it,
the matrix is the best way to explain it,
are you Neo, Trinity, or just another agent?

Sickening, or a new thrill?
Does that make it more fake, or too real?
Will rape and murder be the new deal?
One kill, two kill, red pill, blue pill…

Score board! Who's doing the recording
Thanos, Draco's, Zeus or the game warden?
Oh hell, at least it's not boring,
might as well call Dr. Manhattan and go exploring,

what's more important: good or evil? Is
this veil something we can ever see through?
If we fuck up, do we get a redo? I
hope there is a God, yeah, so did the Hebrews...