Imaginary things can be pleasant or destructive
an idea is powerful, ever living
then why so much power given to the wrong side
a piece of paper, a chunk of metal
money
borders are imaginary yet we give them form
to what purpose?
apparently freedom is imaginary too
living within a facade, sheep held within imaginary fences
eating imaginary grasses tainted with poison
keep living in the matrix
I chose to take the pill that hurts
the one where imaginary things are not real
and I am no longer a sheep
keep your money, borders and lies