Output flows from me like a tidal wave,
Sometimes more so than other days.
They can't set me a limit,
Conscious acts are mostly bullsh**.
Images come when I sleep:
Blueprints drawn out in front of me.
I try real hard to stay clean,
Why are people so mean?
We're from different galaxies,
Alienation is more than just a feeling.
I've lost most hope, in my case,
Maybe I'll find a new race.
Images come when I sleep:
Blueprints drawn out in front of me.
I try real hard to stay clean,
Why are people so mean?