From the beginning The prism was cracked I lost lease on reality In the comforts of my cradle chamber Mobile critters spinning Hypnotizing me These puffy-eyed infant cries Compromised from conception on Lullabies of freedom and control Nurtured to think I had a hand in reality To mold it like putty Into something that felt alright Soothing to think But foolish to drink A formula leaves my little skull unfilled Twas a fable for an undeveloped mind To overcome the limitations of my infant flesh Made rough and unpleasant with age I try everyday to beat this yolk I was fed
