No I'll not renounce my views do what others do
I'd rather drink the hemlock than be like you, to my soul
untrue

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


Born in October night
feeling was out a 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 toward 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 if I'm still dreaming


It never gets easier so quit tryin 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 views the ocean

as not too cold to get in

to martian life forms

these waters are real warm
but beware we can 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 than be like you, to my soul
untrue
It never gets easier so quit tryin pleasing her

Everything is a choice so let me hear your voice