This story is true. I claim "they" could be behind your walls. Right now. I don't have any red pills, except colace, unfortunately.
I talked to my brother in his placid state I said there was urgency that couldn't wait. He should take the red pill, see the sabotage Not stay with the blue pill in a mirage. I told him there were little men in our walls They could listen in on his phone calls They could spy on him whatever he does Nothing personal, just because. They could sabotage his life in any scene Like a reality show, where they could intervene They take delight in psychopathic manipulation Leave a trail of wrecked lives, in this nation. He heard me out, and looked sad Its classical paranoia, and I've been had People behind walls, poisons through the air Can't get crazier than that, reality laid bare. His friend gave me an anti-psychotic Its color was blue, its imprint exotic. He said you're crazy, but it runs in your clan Face your disease, be a man. I said I would not take the blue pill His disbelief made me frantic and ill. I said the red pill lets you see the extreme It's really you who are living in a dream. I said yesterday's paranoia is tomorrow's fact Science looks like magic, in its closing act. But I lost, so I pretended to take the blue It's easy to appear sane, if you don't say what's true.
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