[Verse 1:]

"Where have all the people gone? All I see are robots?"

He can't blot, that wouldn't be an interesting plot
That thought can never be undone
There's just a line in the sands of mind to separate the scum

The Truman Show nearly washed it all away
So concern of control still walks with him today
The trail is strengthened by breadcrumbs to appease him

Meant to seize him, all they did was tease him
The white hart departs, he must create his own art
His best friends are pencils, papers, and erasers

Manufactured by machines, his demons never leave
Even C-3PO linked to the droid control ship
Being inside the gates won't make the patrol skip

Reality and clones are truly even
No matter how relieving they still could be deceiving
The night is darkest just before the dawn

But solar power's long gone

[Verse 2:]

TBA