Imagine waking up at an appropriate time
And not worry about things that enter your mind
Like existential dread, waking up one day deadGetting outta bed with a happy tune in your head
It′s a pipe dream, a never-ending nightmare
Repeating the cycle while the body keeps aware
Orything that surrounds and bounds them
To the sounds of the quiet that's around to confound ′em
Whether the illusion of day or night
Trying hard as you can to kick the pilot light
Hoping something cooks up with rapid eye movement
Yet it spoils the whole conscious improvement
Stuck with relentless restlessness
Converting energy increasing total stress
Poor choices made, the physical's affected
Brain's everywhere and nowhere seeking direction
Crossing quiddities of Pavlov, Schrodinger and Freud
We find a curious paradox to avoid
Manifesting odd behaviors to become even stranger
Mustering uneasy comfort in the safety of danger
Sorry, half the lyrics are from my subconcious
These words making me so dazed and nauseous
Forever revising rhyme schemes advising
Myself that improvising′s nothing surprising
But does it make sense? Time will only tell
Excuse me for a second, I don′t feel very well
(Sick sounds) I gotta catch my breath
All right, I'm back... where was I?
(Rustles through papers)
Oh this is the next line? This is just chicken scratch
Fuggit, Lemme clear my mind and try this again
Imagine waking up at an appropriate time
Somehow I repeated the very first line
Uh-oh lemme try that again
Forgive me once more idunno where I am
Feeling hungry now but I want to record
Emulating some distractions to keep from being bored
Recognizing sanity of self, so it′s time to change
Deepening these reasons that's created from my brain
All or Nothing is given by taking back faith
Inside simple complexities outside of anxious states
Living daily with controlled chaos and it′s end nightly
Year after year, the world's further wound tightly
Following the leader or creating your own path
Repelling the attractions to produce an epitaph
Or it is what it is whatever it is
Making something outta nothing is how we exist
Sick and tired of being sick and tired on a daily
Lost so many chances forsaking sanity
Everytime the seconds tick, they′re just fading away
Existing in the remnants of fragmented memories
Provokes ideas between superego and id
Drifting egos in and out of consciousness
Ergo one should know the things they must do
Particularly being concrete towards a vague point of view
Regarding the matter, does it really even matter?
In mannerisms with a manor of a minor manner
Vexing the suffix that creates suffering
An 'ing is the thing that's expanding anything
Taking tokens one took with a token of takes
In medians even mediums oddly relate
On the other hand understand what is told
Now read the first letters and a story unfolds
Imagine waking up at an appropriate time
Imagine waking up at an appropriate time
Imagine waking up at an appropriate time
Imagine waking up at an appropriate time
Imagine waking up at an appropriate time
Imagine waking up at an appropriate time
Imagine waking up at an appropriate time
I realized how much I′ve lost my mind
(Zzz)
