This is a thought experiment

Ah ok, please pay no attention to me

It seems once again I’m falling through reality

You’re doubting me, that’s fine, just please don’t lie to me

I think I’m experiencing a split personality

Oh, sorry, did I fucking startle you?

Gonna make you spend all your money until you’re fucking starving [?]

Taking things that you don’t need like this baggie of weed, your dignity and maybe your false sense of security

Nah, nah, nah, please, please

Give ‘em all back

If you don’t I think I’m gonna have myself a heart attack

Because I’m paranoid and you obviously work for the government

Any trick that you pull, man, and I’ve already covered it

I just wanna get my labor fixed, my labor fixed

I can’t help it anymore in this fucking environment, it stinks

If I can’t stay comfortable, I will not stay focused in it

You can call it an OCD, my man, but I’m the one who’s suffering in it

[?] this emotion, this meaning list of commotion

And none of this shit matters as long as you keep your heart open

Well fuck you, this is a grip in intellect

Except we only fucking hate you ‘cause we lacking respect

[?] battle with on, I guess it’s matter of [?]

Smash it open but where the fuck do I start with it?

Maybe they need hope or maybe they need time

But before I pick my size I better let go of my pride

[?] is your best friend, man

[?] time for you to understand, man

[?] just scheme in your head and

I will show you the plan after hours of wisdom

And maybe teach you how you can live within the system

Nah man, fuck that

I mean I’m just tryna get involved

Just look how you’re changing your work, just look how you’ve evolved

Wait a minute, Reason, one at a time

If I’m not mistaken, that was Paranoia’s line

Yeah, typical of Judgement to get in the way

I thought it was him that got you into this trouble in the first place

Remember what she said about your best of ideas?

Man, I thought you were ready for these emotional false tears

I am from

Each of these emotions is just overexposure

It’s feelings that I know I’ve already covered

And it’s no wonder that I got a wild sense of self

And a mild sense of looking after my mental health

Fuck it, Spence, wake up and smell it

The world is in the earth, man, that’s wealth in it

I may be the part of you that wants to conform

But I’m realistic [?], suggestive but no wrong

What do you spend more time doing? Fighting for peace or going to work?

You complain about money as if it wasn’t necessary

But this monetary system is [?] discretion

Need I mention that you’re not part of the bigger extension

This world is not about to change tomorrow, not for you

You might be right, but what the fuck is it going to prove?

This negative existence isn’t going to [?]

Cypher, by the time this [?] is perfect, you’ll be trapped in the past