I'm born. I'm alive. I breathe. In a moment or two I realize, that the sphere, upon which I reside, is asleep on it's feet. should I go back to sleep?
I'm born. I'm alive. I breathe. In a moment or two I realize, that the sphere, upon which I reside, is asleep on it's feet. should I, should I, should I go back to sleep?
You stare at me like I'm a vitamin. On the surface you hate, but you know you need me. I come dressed as any pill you deem fit. Whatever helps you swallow the truth all the more easily
We orbit the sun I grow up my open eyes see... A zombified, somnambulist society. Leaving us as vitamins for the hibernating human animal. Do you, do you, do you see what I mean?
You stare at me like I'm a vitamin. On the surface you hate, but you know you want me. I come dressed as any pill you deem fit. Whatever helps you swallow the truth all the more easily
And I wonder, will you digest me?
Into the sleep machine I won't plug in, in fact I'd rather die before I will comply. To you my friend, I write the reason I still live, 'cause in my mind it's set; the vitamin is ripe to give.
Coming closer to another 2000 years; you and I will pry the closed eye of the sleep machine.
You stare at me like I'm a vitamin. On the surface you hate, but you know you want me. I come dressed as any pill you deem fit. Whatever helps you swallow the truth all the more easily