[read these words out loud, your voice gives them power]
I feel the wind on my skin
I see trees etched in sky
If it's all a simulation
damn bonus that guy
maybe it was a she
who programmed you and me
gifted beauty and desire
and then lit that shit on fire
as I sit in the bleacher stands
as I sit staring at my hands
but right now
I wanna forget
that the world exists
and live
in the in betwixt
between the code
lasers and chips
erase my memory
make me forget
I won't miss the drones
the undertones
the look aways
'how ya' beens
the tolls you pay
small-talking every day
why when i speak
don't they listen
why do they speak
while they glisten
on and on about
themselves again again
never ask, never just be
they talk and talk at me
why do i feel worse
when I walk away?
well, they don't say
and I don't ask so
maybe its just me
me me me me me
always me
but maybe...
I saw the straw man
burn in effigy
I saw cut straps
gray against iron panes
if it's all a simulation
goddamn it's scary AF
but i remember
I can still feel you
you can still feel me
that is our reality
if it's all a simulation
let me simulate me
and you simulate you
I feel the wind on my skin
I see trees etched in sky
If it's all a simulation