Not yet sonic
But I'd like to reach the point
Where I can say

Yes I am
But it always seems to be
About sensibilities

And not who's listening
No I'm not quite sonic
What's real in the art school

What's real in the white room
This yet to tell my conscience
Who to trust my thoughts with

Or who to love
You're oh so sonic


So and so fantastically boring
You're a fashion !@^%
Being real is one thing

Being nothing is something
But at this point
There's something wrong

Chemically expensive hair
Money that we wear
Will get us what?

It kinda makes you think
Only animals
Are friends... surreal friends

Truly sonic

The sights

They're embryonic
See waht you want
I'm not quite sonic

The sounds
They're quadraphonic
Semi-moronic

Not quite sonic