This place is a desert for the mind
Void of emotion and barren of thought
No real thought at least
There's no surprise

Most minds here have long since atrophied from lack of use
It waited flatlined for the next rushing jolt of synthetic stimulation
The real world can't compare
Even if it were allowed to

Contemplating, the real world needs
To see the world for what it is: Prison
A cell for the mind, body and soul
All my life I've been a prisoner

Cowering at the idea
That I might be capable of unique thought
Terrified of what my only instincts might lead to
So how could I believe them?

But it hasn't always been this way
I've heard rumours
Filtered, distant, faded
I seek to know the truth