(Are we waking up?) (Or just falling deeper?) [Sound of a cassette tape loading] I walk the pavement but I feel the sand, Searching for the pulse of that promised milk and honey land. Is it a frequency that I can’t tune? Or just a hologram beneath a paper moon? We locked arms but the chains remain unseen, Programming the nightmare inside the machine. Peace is a ghost that haunts the city street, A quiet rumor in the loop of the beat. But tell me is it real, this kingdom in the light? Or just a VISION IN THE STATIC of the night? Do we break the cycle, do we rewrite the design? Or are we just prisoners of a vision in the mind? (Vision in the mind… mind…) I’m not a fool, I read the writing on the wall, I watch the summer rise, I watch the empires fall. The green leaves wither when the cold wind blows, That’s just the only truth the spirit really knows. No gavel fell, no senate signed the bill, But I feel a freedom standing on this hill. Is it evolution or a mental glitch? Digging for the soul inside the pitch. Today ain’t yesterday, the script has flipped, But time is slippery, the record skipped. We chase the ending but the circle spins, Where the dream stops and reality begins. But tell me is it real, this kingdom in the light? Or just a VISION IN THE STATIC of the night? Do we break the cycle, do we rewrite the design? Or are we just prisoners of a vision in the mind? Does it exist? (BEAUTIFUL!) Can we touch it? (ANGEL DUST!) Or do we have to levitate? Sever the cord! Spread wings and vibrate higher! Fly out of the simulation! FLY! (Fly out of the simulation!) (Vision in the mind). (Is it real?) [Tape Stop Effect]
