Does your life feel order controlled?

Yes, that's right, it's just that gut feeling that I know.

When your stomach,

Twists and turns.

Do you feel odd?

Like you know something is wrong,

But it shouldn't be.

That shake in your hands,

When you touch,

What you know isn't meant to be touched.

That hollow laugh,

That you cry.

These illusions that you pry,

Are but mere,

Conspiracies to my eye.

Those words that flow,

But in the wrong angle,

Are but a simple lie,

Why can you and I tell what is there apart from what isn't?