I cannot help but feel something isn't right
Trapped in a simulation built on misery and pride
So do something, something to help me
Just do something, something to help yourself
Do you feel the splinter in your mind?
Can you see the walls of the prison they designed?
All the naive cower with arrogance and pride
Loathe to seek the power hidden deep inside
So do something, something to help me
Just do something, something to help yourself
Do you feel the splinter in your mind?
Can you see the walls of the prison they designed?
You've been told there's a karmic debt you owe
As above, so below
Profane transmission, system overrun
Sowing division where there is none
Can you believe?
Would you receive?
The consciousness around
Creating the sweetest sound
Do you feel the splinter in your mind?
Can you see the walls of the prison they designed?
You've been told there's a karmic debt you owe
As above, so below