I'm born.
I'm alive.
I breathe.
In a moment or two I realize, that the sphere,
upon which I reside,
is asleep on it's feet.
should I go back to sleep?

I'm born.
I'm alive.
I breathe.
In a moment or two I realize, that the sphere,
upon which I reside,
is asleep on it's feet.
should I, should I, should I go back to sleep?

You stare at me like I'm a vitamin.
On the surface you hate,
but you know you need me. [bad word] dressed as any pill you deem fit.
Whatever helps you swallow the [bad word] all the more easily

We orbit the sun
I grow up
my open eyes see...
zombified, somnambulist society.
Leaving us as vitamins for the
hibernating human animal.
Do you, do you, do you see what I mean?

You stare at me like I'm a vitamin.
On the surface you hate,
but you know you want me. [bad word] dressed as any pill you deem fit.
Whatever helps you swallow the [bad word] all the more easily

And I wonder, will you digest me?

Into the sleep machine I won't plug in,
in fact I'd rather die before I [bad word] 
To you my friend, I write the reason I still live,
'cause in my mind it's set;
the vitamin is ripe to give. [bad word] closer to another 2000 years;
you and I will pry the closed eye of the sleep machine.

You stare at me like I'm a vitamin.
On the surface you hate,
but you know you want me. [bad word] dressed as any pill you deem fit.
Whatever helps you swallow the [bad word] all the more easily