[Run Into Real] [Intro] Big O: “Helloooo!” Crowd pleaser Look on your chair The Secret is there It’s inside, forsooth Speak “your truth” Self-serve, self helper Book Club whisperer [Verse 1] My truth, your truth, three blind men touch an elephant A wall, a spear, a rope … nope — all wrong in the light Disjunctive fact Saxe: all is one or the one and only begotten Every sight you see, O, lived experience, a gift, a given Born into a reality you didn’t create, make no mistake Every breath you take is pure O2 you did not make [Chorus] Bawl, reality is the wall you run into Immovable object, a stoppable force You can rearrange, make it strange But reality asserts itself when you’re wrong States of affairs, they will humble the strong Reality is what you run into when you’re wrong [Bridge] It’s a leaf, a branch — Wrong Snake bites — Reality strikes [Chorus] Reality is the fangs that sink into you It’s the toxic venom you succumb to Echo of an ancient lie, be as gods Reality coils when you are wrong Reality rattles, has a warning song [Interlude] [Bridge] Mindcraft, à la mode Create: crafting table Build your clay brick stable Survive: zombies, creepers Blast, bedtime’s past Lights out, it’s all gone It’s the Ender, man [Verse 2] Kant see, Kant taste, Kant touch in itself Construct your realm, no other game in town After the Fall, we’re only Humean after all Doubting, you reason yourself out of reason Say it’s mental, we shape time and space But here we all are: same time, same place [Chorus] Phenomenal, virtual, reality is the wall Reid the instructions, common sense betold Lo and behold: honey is sweet, snow is cold Feel this real ready sensuous lifeworld unfold [Interlude] [Bridge] LSD, vividly, you see Dissolution, feel as one Shaman tour guide The blind lead blind Ayahuasca purge Sweat, shake, ache Emerge, “psych!”, it’s fake [Verse 3] You can drug, daydream, redraw, surreality Play Dreamland Dalí, paint real irrationality Mama, Dadaism, neurotic Freudian artistry It’s a duct taped banana, a toilet, “not a pipe” Ask, but is it art? Big yawn, put down the bong Transgress, trespass, reality’s where you belong [Chorus] Groggily, reality is the bed post you run into Stub your toe, take a hit, a wake up call for you Symbolism is nihilism without a truthful relation Paint distorted pocket watches, melt and mock it But reality persists when memory fades, clock it [Interlude] [Bridge] Casting call XY, big and tall Wachowski Paint the sky Why THIS bathroom stall? Play god, mod, install What gall! [Verse 4] In editing, you can recut, red pill, retcon Recast every religion and philosophy in neon Render Nietzschean rage on the green screen Fight the normie machine in a leather sheen Save the sons of man from the shadow cave To re-enslave them in a subterranean rave [Chorus] Reality’s what you run into jumping off the roof Reality stops every shot every time, bullet proof Plot twist, Switch, you’re peddling the blue pill You know where that road ends: future sterility Brothers, there's time still, come back to reality [Interlude] [Bridge] Postmaster On a power trip Storyteller Only one genre Autobiographical Fiction [Verse 5] Deconstructing, you can be queer and smear Professor bends your ear, truth’s so yesteryear History is just the victor’s tales, hagiographies Read this book of rebel saints, anti-heroic stories Power corrupts absolute truth; is that really true? If what you say is a power play, why listen to you? [Chorus] Reality is the wall that you never constructed Does not discriminate between man, woman, rich, poor It does distinguish between true, false, right, and wrong Logically, the throng can’t all be right, but we can all be wrong Reality reasserts itself when you’re wrong [Interlude] [Verse 6] You can surge, merge, feel the lead foot urge Ten thousand drivers on the road all converge Calculating vectors and velocity, shared scene Rolling along, distracted driver on his screen In his own world, scrolling, tailing, screeching Crash, air bag smacks you back to Reality [Chorus] Reality, it is the median wall that you run into Your reverie — the jaws of life cut right through You rounded the sharp corners of truth, oblong But real steel won’t bend when you’re wrong Engine overhaul, back on the road to reality [Interlude] [Bridge] Road to Damascus A law enforcer Persecutor, executor Blinded by truth Undeniable proof Brought to his knees Saul now Paul Got the call [Verse 7] Certainly you can censor, suppress, even crucify Believing you’re right, you fight the light and defy But when you face reality, meet the great I AM, fall Repent before you hit the wall, the ground of it all [Chorus] Be ready to turn around before you hit the wall Can’t escape reality or explain it away, forestall But reality forgives when you admit you’re wrong And reality smiles when you right your wrong
0/500