Oh people of dreams, we all once dreamed,
until we found God —
then we saw the dream was never ours.
Oh people of culture,
what a grand illusion they wove for you,
the game of life you thought you chose.
Oh masters of magic,
who steal your children in the night,
offering sweat and desire in place of truth.
Oh how they toy with your mind,
planting thoughts like seeds,
until you believe they are your own.
Oh people of longing,
how they played with you,
as they played with those before you.
Oh keepers of chains,
how did you make the bound feel free?
What a trick, what a game.
Oh seekers of knowledge,
why did you sell your children to the world,
when you knew the world was dust?
Oh hearts that burn with passion,
why do you chase what fades?
Why do you love what deceives?
Oh people of reason,
why do you stay silent,
when the truth is on your tongue?
