Here is something to contemplate Maybe we have two lives One when asleep and one when awake They forgot me at Disney World That night a fantastic magic Cinderella’s castle burned in plastic Behold the one like a prince in a cape Then underwear and teeny bands give me a way too small tan As him: do you care to talk fairytale politics? You’re believing it but to keep up with all of it That’s a ball of sh** I asked: you dream? Life’s an unbroken stream of row your boat with me Count count your sheep, going deep What if your waking life is a dream then what’s yours when you sleep? Love your question, all but a question Oops the d**h of me is soon All of you will move No… I don’t wanna wake up, I’m having the best dream So right there to the abandoned, mad a tea cup Thrilled when I moved down, just like I had hickups The starship forever in the sky Lemon drop on your tea, I’m the only one on this ride Lonely inside, I found the haunted house in tears Just wanted to hide but we must embrace our fears Anyway, most scary thoughts are false impostors And I got my wild things, since you called the monster Count count your sheep, going deep What if your waking life is a dream then what’s yours when you sleep? I don’t know but, here’s the question The definition of what is real life Once stranger I dreamt, it was a bugget lie Words like these will be lived with a supreme singing Nightmare! On to our way for ages My baby girl’s neglected in cages Back in highschool, almost naked Don’t know my schedule, oh I like your combinations The sign of the Catian, the Satan k**s me dead Forgot all my lyrics on stage, cold sweat Got awake, I sleep, s**? Can be Nice to have met me, that depends on your twip Some of this was a dream and someone was awake Which do you think is good, or maybe it’s all fake? Really, does it make any difference which is life? Most of us sleep walking through wakened life Sleeping life is strange, being awake is wither Pull strings on my teacher, the wake of the sleeper Let’s get deeper so we all wake up soon I don’t wanna be asleep in life’s waiting room Count count your sheep, going deep What if your waking life is a dream then what’s yours when you sleep? I don’t know but, here’s the question The definition of what is real life And some day there will be a great awakening When we know that this is all a great dream Yet the stupid believed they are awake Is a lia, brightly a**uming they understand things Calling this man ruler, that one – hurtsman How dance? Confusion and you are both dreaming And when I tell you are dreaming, I am dreaming too Words like these will be labeled the supreme swindle Do you wanna touch the spindle?