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Pilot of the biomachine Manning the controls of a babbling monkey The circuits behind the interface can't be seen So the truth is up to me Is this life but a dream Is reality all my senses perceive? It tears me apart from the inside The story we've accepted With malleable minds Dogmatic perceptions designed In egotistical pride Have led us blind Short of sight Wondering why our lives feel like they're lacking meaning We have stopped believing This is just a ride Is reality all my senses perceive? Is what I touch and I see all that lies in front of me? We wonder why our lives feel like they're lacking meaning We've stopped believing This is just a ride