| No I'll not renounce my views do what others do | |
| I'd 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 I'm 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 we're 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 I'm awake | |
| I can't tell if I'm still dreaming | |
| There's so much here at stake | |
| When every moment is just fleeting | |
| Sometimes when I'm awake | |
| I can't if I'm 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 views the ocean | |
| as not too cold to get in | |
| to martian life forms | |
| these waters are real warm | |
| but beware we can change the weather | |
| and create a snowstorm | |
| Sometimes when I'm awake | |
| I can't tell if I'm still dreaming | |
| There's so much here at stake | |
| When every moment is just fleeting | |
| Sometimes when I'm awake | |
| I can't tell if I'm still dreaming | |
| No I'll not renounce my views do what others do | |
| I'd 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 |