Death-The Philosopher

Do you feel what I feel, see what I see?
Hear what I hear? There is a line you must draw
Between your dream world and reality
Do you live my life or share the breath I breathe?
Lies feed your judgement of others
Behold how the blind lead each other
The philosopher
You know so much about nothing at all
Ideas that fall under shadows
Of theories that stand tall
Thoughts that grow narrow
Upon being verbally released
Your mind is not your own
What sounds more mentally stimulating is how you make your choice
So you preach about how I'm supposed to be
Yet you don't know your own sexuality
Lies feed your judgement of others
Behold how the blind lead each other
The philosopher
You know so much about nothing at all
all rights goes to death