He said the choice is up to you..
red pill or blue.
The decision is as simple as waking up or staying asleep.
But what would you do if fact were weirder then fiction.
When one is not limited by diction but by how complex they can conceive.
Meaning if you can dream it, you can be it.
So you tell me to build a better dream.
But i like facts, figures and numbers that are true..
they never lied to me..
What about you?
How can i function in a world of imagination,
with autism strangulating my creativity to that of pure productivity.
I like what i do and humans to me are a mystery.
But when you tell me machines rule our reality,
how can you expect me to not elate,
how can you question my morality.
Oh the humanity...
by gosh Alice, i think i lost it.
But lost in the matrix i find it kinda nice here.
I find i like this glitch,
this rock,
this stitch,
my success,
my riches.
My life,
my existence that the machines gave me because i made my do.
I didnt seek for answers of the heart,
i found my peace in the age old nursery rhyme, 1+1=2.
So when it comes to pills,
ill make do...
with blue.
Cause sometime..
reality is what you make it.
And id rather put a bullet through my head and live forever... in the dream.