I walk around, i hear a lot
Of a new theory that explains
That you and I are in a plot
Like morphine to their veins
As if we were, and they were not
The ones who just had to create
A world where facts are put to wait
And open space for little lies
But then I take it to your eyes
They clear the slate
A couple years ago,
I told you that X was happening
Someone said it was impossible,
that X could never happen.
You believed him.
Turned out that X was true.
Then that same person
with the same tools
told you that X had been,
briefly,
but was no more.
You believed, of course.
Turns out X is obviously still there.
( and your source obviously knew it all along )
Now I was trying to get you to see
the logical consequences of X.
But you're still there
in that same old place, right?
Good luck.
A little deal
makes things a little easy
Until your hands, they get so greasy
That nothing seems quite real
You threw away my helpful tools
Because you cried you had seen Casper
You set on the leg of your investor
And made the Village sing the blues
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But in the end can't I say
I've found unusual support
And love of the sort
That binds you to stay?
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And haven't you thought
That if there was any crime
Then of course by this time
I would've been caught?
