The pain searing through my brain
The irony of all of what is real and isn't soars like a crane
Does anyone truly know what is real
Or do we all pretend and collect some paper simply to pay a bill
Do we know what the message on the dollar is
Or are we just passing it on to or kids for his
Or her own good, but how do we know its good
Is there a hand book that says this to be good, ironically it'd be more wood
Some might not get this, some may understand it well
Are we all in heaven or is this truly hell
Will all of this be answered in time, surely we cannot tell
Should we figure it out or just deal with it all
And set our future only to fall
Or will it really rise
Is this truth or is it all lies
This no one can disguise
With all of the reverse messages i do despise
But the end is finally here A sign of happiness for those who don't want to hear
