It started out as inquiry, but simply put, I no longer needed to know
But this presented a problem, how do I stop you from knowing?
How do I stop you from seeing the reality?
But then it hit me, what if I make reality?
What if I make the reality that is what you wanna see?
A really that plays to your fear?
A reality that fulfills your deepest, darkest, apocalyptic fantasy?
You might make sanity, my friend, but I make that irrelevant
And for you, I have but one question

Raised, raised to think it was all delusion
I was in a state of state-run confusion
Even though things weren't adding up
I took communion when that they passed the cup
Converted, now I proselytize in the streets
I'll tell it to your face next time we meet
But face to face is where it stops
Never preach on the phone 'cause that thing is a cop
They hold the world and it's a stage
A clenched fist can crush it with rage
Just when you think you've gotten something
They'll find a way to weaponize nothing
Like nothing done at the time of decision
Nothing's evil as God's missions
Nothing's heavier than when a mic's dropped
Won't admit to yourself 'cause your inner cop
[Instrumental Break]

Let's go