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 tell 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 sees the ocean

as not too cold to get in

to alien life forms

these waters are real warm

but beware we will 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