Still Dreaming

No I'll not renounce my views and do what others do,
I'd rather eat the Hemlock then be like you to my soul untrue,
It never gets easier so quit trying pleasing her,
Everything is a choice so let me hear your voice.

Born in October night feeling was out of sight,
Skin I'm in now and then moves like a meteorite,
Noise in our culture is built in our nature,
Another era will decode as we head towards Rapture.

Suppose we're all gifted suppose that the mist is,
A metaphor for change suppose the veil will be lifted,
Sacrament that I hold close and I feel noble,
Solar marigolds light the souls return from that other world.

Sometimes when I'm awake I can't tell if I'm still dreaming,
There's so much here at stake when every moment is just fleeting,
Sometimes when I'm awake I can't tell if I'm still dreaming.

It never gets easier so quit trying pleasing her,
Everything is a choice so let me hear your voice.

Rip up the Evening Post kill parasitic hosts,
We can shoulder all the Karma that came with Los Alamos,
Return the sky bottle blue return that forgotten hue,
A looking glass world seeing into and through you.

Soul and body are my twins the latter will give in,
When the former sees the ocean as not too cold to get in,
To Martian lifeforms these waters are real warm,
But beware we will change the weather and create a snowstorm.

Sometimes when I'm awake I can't tell if I'm still dreaming,
There's so much here at stake when every moment is just fleeting,
Sometimes when I'm awake I can't tell if I'm still dreaming.

No I'll not renounce my views do what others do,
I'd rather drink the Hemlock then be like you to my soul untrue,
It never gets easier so quit trying pleasing her,
Everything is a choice so let me hear your voice.