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?