Pawns of Illusion

As I watch this masterpiece, turning in front of me
It's like I have to see behind this design, find pure deception
Searching for the answers, find only questions
Where's my soul to squeeze?
Where's the potent trees?
Is there any way to cure me of my own disease?
The search for significance amongst this indifference
You think it's all connected, but it's merely a coincidence
Don't side with fools and their tales of divinity
Existence is endless, our timeline's infinity
So much I see here is lost in praise
The coldness that we fear to cross the grave
It's hopeless to think that we'll all be saved
Provoking these thoughts breaks the ball and chain
The distance between us is 6 degrees
Lets make that gap a little leaner and hit some trees
Some folks don't know, that's the way, Stereo Tactics was born to play
Haters may rule the world, but can't corrupt my brain waves
I remain on my plain, don't give a fuck what they say
Consistent excess of ignorantness
I'm not blind, or depressed, I'm confined by oppression
Madness surrounds us, so mad that I'm pounding
Fate will be spawned by the horns that I'm sounding
No one's impressed by these sentiments
All my predecessors claimed to be heaven sent
But see, I know better, so I'll act as if
Over beats, I will flow that the fact is this
Amidst this bombardment of hatred and jealousy
I final glimpse of hope in the fight for supremacy
Never even seeming like it's worth this all
I guess Im'a leave 'em dreamin
Let the curse befall
So, go on and lead this tragedy
Viewin through real vision, it's so sad to see
But, you'll never get your mind right until you gain some hindsight
Why's that the way it has to be, now?

I undeceptively tried to find what's behind the pulse
A must to render these lies and let this truth come to form
The situation decides if the price is worth the cost
As all connected, we try to celebrate, not to mourn
There's something in me that's strives to find the meaning we've lost
Amidst a treacherous life I walk unharmed through the storm

...and, so we gaze
Along the road, the paths we've paved
Then look again
A smile returns an evil grin
As time will say, the illusionist will run the game
The faces fade as memories dismiss the names
A lost brigade
The scars that scream the wars they've waged
A desolate plain to find your place amongst the stage

Reluctant to admit we're all pawns of illusion
Taste the fermenting, smoke and pollute
But don't achieving your plane
Don't relieve your pain
Just accept you're unaccepted and beneath the grade
In these days and times as they slip away
The pontiffs will pontificate this wild display
Of conscious and logic amidst a mass array
Of knowledge and insight and then at least we'll say
"The path of the shepherd has overgrown"
Leaves and grass have collected and disowned repose
The lost flock follows the smoke to the mirror
Blindly, inately, in hope to see clearer
It's all in the past
It's controlling the masses
It's got them convinced that the skies will collapse
In these days and times as they slip away
The pundits will underestimate this wild display
Of conscious and logic amidst a mass array
Of knowledge and insight and then at least we'll say
"The eagle's endangered, and lost it way
From past generations comes a cost to pay"
It's been a long decay
Since the oval was sacred
Integrity and truth have lost to greed and fakeness
If you've got the money, you can buy the power
If not, than the milk and the honey taste sour

I undeceptively tried to find what's behind the pulse
A must to render these lies and let this truth come to form
The situation decides if the price is worth the cost
As all connected, we try to celebrate, not to mourn
There's something in me that's strives to find the meaning we've lost
Amidst a treacherous life I walk unharmed through the storm