Trapped in Reality

From the coffin I raised my soul from the dark like a spark in a cave
To return once again with new karma to make as I reincarnate
Thru the process of fate I'm given 2 choices to choose & obey
To play by the rules
Or to blaze my own path with the bluest of flames, yah
When you're scorchin' in the desert, ask the poor or a peasant, if the rain isn't precious
But the wave is unpleasant, when the pressure starts to rise, and the days start to lessen
But you're stressin' your demise; now the pain of the leper is a question in your mind
And the weight of the treasure is a feather in the sky, causes no matter what it measures
Every debtor has to die! Cause everything's collected: every debt, and every dime
Every tick, and every chime, of every second of the minute that is spent inside the shrine
Of the labyrinth of lies, filled with ignorance and pride, succumbed to the dark yah

All I ever want is to be real
A little bit of fun is just enough to chill
We got's to keep it on
We can't get left in the dark
We can't get left in the dark

Of their crass societies; we unwrapped the galaxies, taught them crafts & alchemy
And how to crack an atom's seam so they could take a peek inside
Peep the patterns that we weaved out of matter made of "string"
Yes the fabric was indeed an elaborate tapestry, that was masterfully conceived
To capture all reality, in a fragment, or a piece, of a fraction, or a tease, of a fractal
That repeats, every similarity that we "factually" perceive; but do you actually believe
That we accidentally or just haphazardly came into existence in the absence of a being
With supreme divinity
Are we Adam and his Eve or two atoms' crashed debris, or are we fast asleep
In a breeding factory, feeding masses of machines like a massive batteries
Or perhaps the fallacy is that your tax bracket's key

All i ever want is to be real
A little bit of fun is just enough to chill
We got's to keep it on (Keep it on)
We can't get left in the dark
We can't get left in the dark