this is the story of a reoccuring dream

some other images cut inbetween

endlessly seeking for identitiy

of what there is and what there seems to be

do i am just what i recall

do i own waht belongs to all

a sunken ship that carries jewelry and gold

i`d love to get it but the water is much to cold



i`m going down through a poke in my vein

i`m moving up to where i`m going insane

caught in the middle for it`s too high a stake

i`m popping out of my rebirthday cake

i`m shooting up through a whole in my head

see me falling through the safety net

no boundaries no strings attached

i am free so don`t you mess with me



sing a loud song

and draw a few lines

the world is a mess

and i feel fine

tell a crude joke

about the sign of the times

have faith and you can sleep with snakes



this is the story of a reoccuring dream

some other images cut inbetween

endlessly seeking for identitiy

of what there is and what there seems to be

do i am just what i recall

do i own waht belongs to all

a sunken ship that carries jewelry and gold

i`d love to get it but the water is much to cold

stuck in the middle i can barely move

i feel my feet are marching to the good groove

i hear my heart is pounding on the right spot

hell i`m free so don`t you mess with me



sing a loud song

and draw a few lines

the world is a mess

and i feel fine

tell a crude joke

about the sign of the times

have faith and you can sleep with snakes