IT'S ALL LIES

Ecology tries to fix up a crisis

Illuminated patches spawn from beneath

A terrible muse, a horrible excuse to wade away from undeniable truth

To easily prove it's out of our control, it's out of our hands

The government is god and we're feeding off it's hands

Our lifeforce is fuel to the giants underneath

Oh god, we're dead

Not a matrix, it's limbo, like a purgatory

It's all real to me, but in reality it's a lie

Oh god, I'm dead

I am a psyop from underground sent and I'm here to tell you that we're all fucking dead