The ministry of presence The holder of every lesson Can I see the truth Hidden in plain sight Always there Just beyond the mask I wear Reality always plays Edited and overlaid Lost on the cutting room floor By projections from behind the eyes The chains that cry Iron and gold can both bind Searching for freedom Between the sighs In every lie And second hand truth Scouring the gratification maze Deverted by dopamine and ease The rat race of things that please Viral software and social malware What is me in the hidden dreams Lost when I wake To world that seems fake Repeating day after day How can I say who I am Broken code and fractures show In a mass produced personality Look at me, like me please Subscribe to my desperation Thats my depression prescription Question that pleage in silence Final find my voice The red pill choice Silencing the programmed critic Seeing a whole new world The mysterious gift, reality