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In a moment or two I realize, that the sphere
Upon which I reside
Is asleep on its feet
Should I go back to sleep?
You stare at me like I´m a vitamin
On the surface you hate
But you know you need me
I´ll come dressed as any pill you deem fit
Whatever helps you swallow truth all the more easily
We orbit the sun
I grow up
My open eyes see..
A zombified, somnambulist society
Leaving us as vitamins for the
Hibernating human animal
Do you see what I mean?
And I wonder, will you digest me?
Into the sleep machine I won´t plug in
In fact I´d rather die before I will comply
To you, my friend, I write the reason I still live
´Cause in my mind it´s set;
The vitamin is ripe to give
Coming closer to another 2000 years;
You and I will pry the closed eye of the sleep machine