I know what my intuition tells me,
Lift the veil so you can see,
That the ground on which I stand upon,
Is the floor of reality.
Resting motionless between the embrass of two waters,
a pivotal point for two contrasting brothers.
Fools say the brothers are a reflection of the ground we stand upon,
pushing the deluded fantasy,
never attempting to decipher reality.

I know what my intuition tells me,
Open your eyes and listen to reality,
The machines we built have turned against us,
Painting a picture fantasy,
Passing it off as reality.
The fools are consuming what the machines are feeding, causing us to spiral down, downward descending.
Now we squander upon this fantasy,
Never lifting an eye to see reality.