Kiss your eyelids and awaken now.
One, two, go.
When I crack open my eyelids in the morning,
first thing on the mind is my carnage.
I ran through in a dream state.
It's an island, I need coffee to get off it.
Hark it, Nefflin, spit it off my balcony
with a cigarette purse between two fingers
and a right hand.
Alchemy, edgy me to revisit in subconscious.
Menace spent in intense incidents,
accidents and coincidental mental blockades.
Open up for thought traffic to flow fleetly
like the autobahn.
Phenomenon,
my no e-mino past life versus the present.
Just potholes in my lawn beyond a B-rated porno flick.
This man here is sick and if you could see my dreams first hand,
you'd think I was a lunatic.
The thing is this, when I was an active addict,
I preferred the dream world,
but now that I'm clean,
I like the real world.
Steel pearls drop like rain.
The gift of pain, I learned to love it.
I yearn to cover tough love and put nothing above it.
Tough luck for a man who got a brain
who tells him he gets * daily.
So I go through nightly malaise in my mind like
Israelis with AKs pointed out windows of Mercedes
at my crazy undercurrent running through Stargate.
It's my fate to awaken tired,
soaked in perspiration,
but my sweat smells delightful.
The light I blast out the lighthouse I live in is like years ahead.
So slip into this.
I say I feel like life is fake.
It's all these dreams I've fallen into.
Life is better that a way down.
Slipping into this,
I say I feel like life is fake.
It's all these dreams I've fallen into.
Life is better not a way.
Please tell me, is this real?
Am I sleeping, dreaming?
So intriguing when I step into the cloud.
I off writing, igniting sound.
I clown on cowards quick to devour power.
Anything that can be used for imagining our world.
In another state of mind,
may they shine all the stars in the sky.
Get the ideas in my mind.
I'm inclined to daydream.
Teachers awake me,
mistake me for the people that are concentrating.
Only if they knew what I envision.
Space ships up and planets on an astronautic mission,
not restricting the creativity.
Blowing deep within me.
Enemies cannot enter this realm of vivid tea.
They get sentenced elsewhere.
Open minds here are vital.
So listen to the riddles I recite in my recitals.
Slipping into this,
I say I feel like life is fake.
It's all these dreams I've fallen into.
Life is better not a way.
Slipping into this,
I say I feel like life is fake.
It's all these dreams I've fallen into.
Life is better not a way.
Slipping into this,
I say I feel like life is fake.
It's all these dreams I've fallen into.
Life is better not a way.
Slipping into this,
I say I feel like life is fake.
It's all these dreams I've fallen into.
Life is better not a way.