Truth?

This desaturated reality cannot contain itself

Plastic morality - what a joke

Red and blue pills are arbitrary

Let's dance to the echo of our past selves

They are hollering for another drink

And I am positively thirsty

Positively sober

I know this because the sky is grey

And the grass

Is just a darker shade of grey

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