• What if one day,
    While walking down the street
    You met a homeless man
    With mud on his feet

    And what if he told you
    Your life was a lie
    And all that you knew
    Was all in your mind

    And earth as you knew it
    In a horrible twist
    In actuality
    Did not exist

    All reality
    Was of your creation
    And everything in it
    From your imagination

    And when you die
    No heaven, no hell
    But a little white bed
    In a little white cell

    And in the white cell
    Where you wake
    You live a straight-jacket life
    Of a mentally insane

    And you open your eyes
    And you're back on the street
    Talking to a statue
    With mud at it's feet