When the connection with reality is lost, Lies become the basis of life, You croak to the point of logical fatality, You won't be able to turn around until you get it. You crossed the remaining line, Having transformed the reference world of the virtual, Having raised not the Lord, but mania, to the throne, Responsibility for switching. So why look out for good versus evil? How is your mind not a controller? Now your life is just a parody, Having pretended to be one of the people for the maneuver. You live under the ball of forest trees, you are dumb under morphine. It’s a pity, people, you spent a little bit. Your land will soon become Mordor Without rights, without hope, without life.
