Caught up in my Second Sight

I feel reality fade away

All I am is brought before the

Center of my mind's eye on this

Happy day, and I'm not afraid

There's nothing there and it doesn't matter anyway

So there I was

Watching our little world become

A fragment of what it had a fleeting

Chance to be

Behind their eyes

I see their thoughts

And now our souls

Stand to be bought

Oligarch's pockets are fat...

What's that?

The big machine up in the sky

Watching as our minds get fried

By photon rays and invert-phased gematria

The big wigs stand

To gain from subverting you, man

Your fragile eggshell mind is in their hands

Visions of metallic landscapes where

There are no signs of life at all

Except the machines that are there

Programmed by the hands of fate

Or perhaps it's the other way

We're running out of timelines fast

Making it hard to say