No I'll not renounce my views, do others do I'd rather drink the hemlock be like you, to my soul untrue It gets easier, so quit tryin' pleasing her Everything is a choice so let me hear voice
Born in October night, was out a sight Skin I'm in now and then like a meteorite in our culture is built in our nature Another era will as we head toward rapture
Suppose all gifted, suppose that the mist is A metaphor for change, suppose the will be lifted Sacrament that I hold, and I feel noble Solar marigolds light the souls return from that world
when I'm awake I can't tell if I'm still dreaming There's so here at stake When every moment is just Sometimes when I'm awake I can't tell if I'm still
It never gets easier, so tryin' pleasing her is a choice so let me hear your voice
Rip up the evening post parasitic hosts We can shoulder all the karma that with Los Alamos Return the sky bottle blue, return that hue A looking glass world seeing and through you
Soul and body are my twins, the will give in When the former views the as not too cold to get in To Martian life forms waters are real warm But beware we can the weather and create a snowstorm
Sometimes when I'm I can't tell if I'm still dreaming There's so much at stake When moment is just fleeting when I'm awake I can't tell if I'm still dreaming
No I'll not my views and do what others do I'd rather drink the hemlock be like you, to my soul untrue It never easier, so quit tryin' pleasing her is a choice so let me hear your voice