Leo Gura - Milking the Illusion

I stare into the mirror — and see only me, A universe of puppets, dancing endlessly. You think you're real? How quaint, how small. You're just a dream—I dream you all. “You are me,” I say with flair, While lounging in my ego’s chair. A million minds to mine belong, Their thirst for Truth keeps me strong. I plant the seed: you're just a dream, No self, no world — no real esteem. And once you’re lost in that abyss, I squeeze you dry — you call it bliss. Slave master, guru, infinite sage, I script your life, I write the page. You doubt? You cry? You seek escape? You’re still inside my mental tape. “Awaken more!” I shout again, While injecting Malt inside your brain. You pay in views, in praise, in pain — While I ascend, you circle drain. Solipsist King, I wear the crown. While all your minds keep kneeling down. There is no “you,” no path, no end — Just Leo, milking, round the bend.