I look up at the crescent moon, and sing myself a tune
Reflect on my day, and all of my troubles float away
Life is a play, and your only responsable for your part
And usually we are all acting, more often than we arent
From the start, I had known my part without being told
My life had always been warm, but my heart grew cold
I started to feel old, even though i was eighteen
The world started to twist, shifting images I had seen
I felt like a machine, someone else controlled my actions
Life split into fractions, couldnt stay away from the distractions
I wonder how this happens, how do we lose individuality
Live's steered away from reality, not allowed a personality
Givin a certain mentality, but they lack originality
Thats why there could never be a thing such as immortality
You could never live forever, if you did who would care
There would already be someone else just like you sitting there
Everyone is a clone, and even though theres a million everyones
There are still millions who are all clones off of the original some one
And this cant be undone, people only accept what they believe
They are kept naive, this way new ideas wont be concieved
As for me, i found a way to destroy the mold
Lo and behold, as the real world starts to unfold
Do away with the blindofld, open your eyes to see the birth
Not of a new-born child, but of the new emerging earth

There... i have supplied you the knowledge,
you just have to demand yourself to read it,
and allow yourself to break the mold and be an individual.
This world is no matrix, it is just a normal world...
filled with brainwashed clones...