Constructed out of guilt
Built to hide from their prying eyes
A dimension to each his own
With no concept of reason

Standing firm on thin air
Oblivious to the true reality
Can anything be wrong
If everybody is right?

Your world is not your own

Born to know the intricacies of morality
Not to be held in relative realities
Free from those who live in a hallucinogenic universe

With each passing moment of ignorance
Further the sphere encloses
The idea of compromise will be forgotten

To those freed from this monstrosity
We must reach to those imprisoned
In impenetrable armor of self-indulgence
To breathe in the sweet air of true existence.