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My son is not really my own son

But he knows every thought that

I would dream and ever want

I will raise him to new heights of fake potentials

Never mind that he never had true credentials

The words you send to me

Almost bring me to tears

Always find a way

To alleviate my fears

Conformity

False synchronicity

Single frame of mind

Selectively blind

Selectively blind

My friend is not my one and only honest friend

We sit at one table, smile and work hard to pretend

To be aligned in a world we built around me

I've got you covered as long as you see what I will see

Discrete points of deception

Pulled into the light

Sensory corruption

Taint the prisoned mind

Conformity

Fake solidarity

False line of sight

Selectively Blind

No, no, no don't tell me cause I won't believe it

Whatever you say I will tell you anyway

Who is the voice inside your head

Giving you your choices

Internal silent whisper

Simulated corroded

Conformity

False synchronicity

Single frame of mind

Selectively Blind

Selectively blind

3:47 Blind

Selectively blind