Constructed out of guilt Built to hide from their prying eyes A dimension to each his own With no concept of reason Standing firm on thin air Oblivious to the true reality Can anything be wrong If everybody is right? Your world is not your own Born to know the intricacies of morality Not to be held in relative realities Free from those who live in a hallucinogenic universe With each passing moment of ignorance Further the sphere encloses The idea of compromise will be forgotten To those freed from this monstrosity We must reach to those imprisoned In impenetrable armor of self-indulgence To breathe in the sweet air of true existence.