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 whore

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 what you want

I'm not quite sonic

The sounds

They're quadraphonic

Semi-moronic

Not quite sonic