Pocket God

This is the moment
the moment you realize
that something isn't normal

It's weird
makes your skin tingle
but it's there

You think 'Is this all a dream?'
and the sane part of you says 'no'
but is the sane part of you really sane?

Heat lightning is god taking pictures
before he waters us like a garden
and we're just bugs, lizards, snakes, birds

But most of all we're lab rats
in a big habitat of trees and things to make us comfortable
angels pay to watch our friendly zoo

We're just being tested
manipulated and put into new environments
psychologically stretched with extremes

Our lives are purposeless
we live to die and forget
fate drags us everywhere

People get in the way
emotions hurt
being human is just a pain

We die in the simplest ways
it's like pocket god
we live on god's LCD screen

He moves us around but we don't notice
we send anyone who does to therapy
when they should preach on a platform

We're all wrong about everything
(or am I wrong about everything?)