So many cracks in this world I see, How do I know If you’re really you, And I’m really me, When we’re stuck in this Distorted reality? What is real And what is not? This whole “reality” thing Sure is a lot. Dealing with these Distortions Puts a strain on the mind Of all members of Mankind. Take a look behind the curtain, You’ll see who pulls the strings, It’s not a god Or any of that sort of things, It’s a person, Like you or me, Forcing us into This distorted reality. We’ve been tricked into believing All that we do see, But in the end, it’s just a stranger Creating our well-known, Commonly seen… Distorted reality.