Reality Check

White! Then you look away.
You reach for assistance when you start to sway.
Knees feel weak, as your vision fades away.
When you're faced with death, that's when you start to pray.
Blind! Now you can see the myths you create about reality.

Darkness on the streets, you let the world deceive you.
In my company, reality will greet you.

Psyche...Check...Check

Cry to me, as your vision fades away.
Gonna rate your sickness by your will to stay.

Blind. Now you don't see. No why. No where. No way.