Life is but a dream

Here is something to contemplate

Maybe we have two lives

One when asleep and one when awake

They forgot me at Disney World

That night a fantastic magic

Cinderella’s castle burned in plastic

Behold the one like a prince in a cape

Then underwear and teeny bands give me a way too small tan

As him: do you care to talk fairytale politics?

You’re believing it but to keep up with all of it

That’s a ball of shit

I asked: you dream?

Life’s an unbroken stream of row your boat with me

Count count your sheep, going deep

What if your waking life is a dream then what’s yours when you sleep?

Love your question, all but a question

Oops the death of me is soon

All of you will move

No… I don’t wanna wake up, I’m having the best dream

So right there to the abandoned, mad a tea cup

Thrilled when I moved down, just like I had hickups

The starship forever in the sky

Lemon drop on your tea, I’m the only one on this ride

Lonely inside, I found the haunted house in tears

Just wanted to hide but we must embrace our fears

Anyway, most scary thoughts are false impostors

And I got my wild things, since you called the monster

Count count your sheep, going deep

What if your waking life is a dream then what’s yours when you sleep?

I don’t know but, here’s the question

The definition of what is real life

Once stranger I dreamt, it was a bugget lie

Words like these will be lived with a supreme singing

Nightmare! On to our way for ages

My baby girl’s neglected in cages

Back in highschool, almost naked

Don’t know my schedule, oh I like your combinations

The sign of the Catian, the Satan kills me dead

Forgot all my lyrics on stage, cold sweat

Got awake, I sleep, sex? Can be

Nice to have met me, that depends on your twip

Some of this was a dream and someone was awake

Which do you think is good, or maybe it’s all fake?

Really, does it make any difference which is life?

Most of us sleep walking through wakened life

Sleeping life is strange, being awake is wither

Pull strings on my teacher, the wake of the sleeper

Let’s get deeper so we all wake up soon

I don’t wanna be asleep in life’s waiting room

Count count your sheep, going deep

What if your waking life is a dream then what’s yours when you sleep?

I don’t know but, here’s the question

The definition of what is real life

And some day there will be a great awakening

When we know that this is all a great dream

Yet the stupid believed they are awake

Is a lia, brightly assuming they understand things

Calling this man ruler, that one – hurtsman

How dance? Confusion and you are both dreaming

And when I tell you are dreaming, I am dreaming too

Words like these will be labeled the supreme swindle

Do you wanna touch the spindle?