158. Trepanned Realism

The years are slipping out of your hand
And you wonder why your plans make no sense at all
Sucking on an lemon
Some sugar would do us good.

Astral plains force through
Your brightly light neon veins
And all you do is wonder
Why is your life so under?

I'd like to believe that we all
Sink like a stone
Life's long trek is thick and thin
Full of hope and din.

So dream for the masses
As time passes
We can't all separate our souls
From our leaden goals
And to those that think
Of what should have been
We've been dead in the water for years.

The years are slipping out of your hand
And everyone shorter than the last
So get out and feel love
The whole world can do you good.

Green rolling hills can substitute
Any dosage of sleeping pills
For any length of sleep
And who can abscond
From Fresh air from above
We all know it'd do you good.

So feel now in your soul
The greatness pour in now
From the hole
In your head
Trepanned realism, wow...
It can't substitute from sanity
For the realists now
Know that insanity is vanity.

So dream for the masses
As time passes
We can't all separate our souls
From our leaden goals
And to those that think
Of what should have been
We've been dead in the water for years.