Cerulean Blue
They gave you the dream and then they sell you the pillow
Want you to believe, anything is possible
But it's not, when they control your thoughts

When you are asleep, your mind so malleable
Their iron grip takes hold
And they won't let go, until they own your soul

When you are awake, your thoughts invaluable
Like a tome, from which knowledge will always flow

Never give up consciousness
Never break to fit their mold, never break to fit there mold

It's about people being able to live
Not just exist