I've woken again in an ocean of salt,
|
Drenched from recurring
|
Dreams of such horror.
|
They haunt my evenings.
|
|
Nightmares of a future so absurd
|
This fanasty of events could never occur.
|
Such vivid imagery has me
|
Blurring all kinds of lines
|
Between here and reality.
|
Billboards have replaced all window panes.
|
Faith is less a feeling and more a mandate.
|
Fed up are the sun and the moon.
|
They're burning up and leaving soon.
|
|
My twisted imagination.
|
It has a mind of its own.
|
So wake me for this dream.
|
My crooked precognition.
|
Its distance from the truth grows.
|
Please wake me from this dream.
|
|
Where there's an answer for everthing
|
Hiding behind child-proof plastic locks
|
And under cotton swabs.
|
There's a medicine for every ill.
|
If the money's right the pain can be
|
Drowned with a bitter pill.
|
All the women are paper thin.
|
Their necks barely hold up their heads.
|
Boys have been trained
|
And prepared since birth
|
To serve their role
|
And fight until their death.
|
|
My twisted imagination.
|
It has a mind of its own.
|
So wake me for this dream.
|
My crooked precognition.
|
Its distance from the truth grows.
|
Please wake me from this dream.
|
|
It's only a fabrication.
|
This place is all in my head.
|
It's only a fabrication.
|
This place is all in my head.
|
|
I rub my eyes to find
|
This whole time I thought
|
I was in a slumber,
|
They've been open wide.
|
|
-----------------
|
The Parable Of The Sower
|
Forgive Durden |