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