Contemplation at its finest
When your temptations are around
Do not complain too much
After all you're in the simulation
Masquerading
False pretenses are attempting
They are invading
Just sit back, and enjoy the show
I've got dirt in my eye
Did that happen to distract me
Later when I'm tired
Will I dream or will I wake up
Masquerading
False pretenses are attempting
Feelings are degrading
Echoes bounce in an empty room