[Verse 1] They tell me who I'm supposed to be They draw the lines and call it truth They say what's real and what is not As if they know what I've been through I've worn the armor people gave me Tried to hide the things I feared But God reminds me who I am And tells me I don't have to fear [Pre-Chorus] I don't need their definition I don't need their permission I know the truth that lives inside And I won't leave it behind [Chorus] I'll put on the armor of truth Let faith be stronger than fear When the world says, "You're not enough" I know that God is still here You can't erase what I create By saying it isn't real If I can experience it Then the moment I make it, I feel If we exist, then music exists No matter what reality means Maybe we're living in a simulation Or somewhere beyond what we see [Verse 2] A guitar is still a tool A microphone is still a tool A canvas doesn't paint itself And neither does a song through you Technology can be a tool But creativity comes from within The heart behind the hands that make Is where the story can begin [Pre-Chorus] So let them call it something different Let them tell me what is real They can question how it's made But they can't tell me what I feel [Chorus] I'll put on the armor of truth Let faith be stronger than fear When the world says, "You're not enough" I know that God is still here You can't erase what I create By saying it isn't real If I can experience it Then the moment I make it, I feel If we exist, then music exists No matter what reality means Maybe we're living in a simulation Or somewhere beyond what we see [Bridge — building] What if this is a world within a world? What if there's more than we can see? A simulation inside a simulation Still doesn't erase reality Simulationception! Maybe that's what this is But even inside a mystery I'm still here, and this still exists God knows the truth beyond the veil Beyond the things we'll never know And while we're here, we'll create We'll love, we'll learn, we'll grow [Final Chorus — powerful] I'll put on the armor of truth The shield of faith in my hands I'll stand when the world tries to tell me That I don't belong where I stand My creativity isn't worthless Because I used another tool And music doesn't disappear Because somebody changed the rules If we exist, then music exists If we create, then creation lives Call it technology, call it art But don't tell me it has no heart Maybe we're living in a simulation Maybe there's another world beyond But whatever reality we're living in God is still the author of it all [Outro — soft] So I'll wear the armor of truth And let the fear fall away I'll keep creating what I love And let God decide what is real Simulationception... Maybe that's the world we're in. But I'm still here. And I'm still creating. And that's enough.
