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Apr 2015
Call it inception.
All this time, I've been getting brainwashed,
by ideas that are not mine.
What is perfection?
Honey they shrunk my mind.
How much longer can I take this.
I'm just glitch in the matrix.
This ain't a city of God, there's too much greed for glory.
Little kids are playing with guns,
How bout that for a toy story.
Need to make a great escape into space like Interstellar.
Surrounded by the Devil's doubles, trying to be a goodfella.
I know these material things are not relevant.
All we need is love to survive like the fifth element.
People wasting their lives, because they love to gossip,
And they have the nerve to underestimate me like a hobbit.
Feel like an alien but who's intruding,
Trapped in a show like my name is Truman.
And now they want to put a chip inside a human.
It's like 1984 getting watched by tele-screens.
It's judgment day, witness the war against machines.
But I'm fighting back, I'm a man on fire, you can't move me.
This world is fake like one big set,
I swear life is like a movie.
Akaash Patel
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Akaash Patel  London
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