Do you know
What it feels like
I trust that you do
Last night I had the strangest dream
And you were there
What is home without a life
What is substance without presence
Laying down in a pile of filth
Playing in lieu of something to do
What am I doing
Where am I going
Nowhere
The both of you
You wouldn't think
To hear from below you
Now would you?
The time has come
And now it's time
To point the finger
I suppose that I could live in hope
Like a few that I know well
Praying in a beam of synthetic light
Living just to fulfil a plight
What am I doing
Where am I going
Nowhere
The both of you
You wouldn't think
To hear from below you
Now would you?
The time has come
And now it's time
To point the finger