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No Ill not renounce my views do what others do
Id 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 Im 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 were 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 Im awake
I cant tell if Im still dreaming
Theres so much here at stake
When every moment is just fleeting
Sometimes when Im awake
I cant tell if Im 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 Im awake
I cant tell if Im still dreaming
Theres so much here at stake
When every moment is just fleeting
Sometimes when Im awake
I cant tell if Im still dreaming
No Ill not renounce my views do what others do
Id 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