Inheritance

I come here with a gift.
It might seem kind of funny
but what is dripped into your mouth
isn't always milk and honey.

You start to see the lines
You notice the design
It's only a matter of time
before you lose your mind.

Was it all an illusion?
was it all an illusion to keep a distance from the truth?

You woke up in a dream
you gave up all control
you're talking in your sleep
that you don't know your role

The gift in the palm of your hand
is your new sight
it's only a matter of mind
before you lose your time

Was it all an illusion
a passing instance
was it all a delusion
to keep a distance from the truth?

For years, on bended knee I've kissed the ring
of a stoic, plastic queen and king
But now I stand on solid ground.

Things are not all that they seem.

Was it all an illusion;
a passing instance?
Would you still choose delusions
over what you know is true?