an excerpt from one of my latest songs.
Is this another dream? Or waking reality?
It's becoming so hard to distinguish between the two.
Noticed the gleam, and came to grips with your own mortality.
And now it's easier to fit in to your own shoes.
Even though they're two sizes too big.
And as I watch the rest of the race going about their meaningless frugal pointless activities,
Stuck until the end of time in a revolving door.
Living in an ignorant drug induced bliss, reveling in their own captivity,
I can only be left wanting more.
I do suppose that ignorance is bliss, forgive me I can't help but to laugh.
If this creature could ha