I believe the words they say
But don't rely on what they're saying
It's a total disarray when I try to track the meaning
On a train to oblivion we're already in
Isn't that great?
In a play that we're all portraying
'Cause we better stay our selfish
The night has shown it's light
The darkness molded in to a coffee cup
I drink and then I wake up
Life is a living art and everyone is a sculpture
I'm disengaged and yet reclaimed
Is that enough or insufficient?
Infelicitous attempts to regain
What I am missing
Let's pretend that we're all insane
And there is no train
Isn't that great?
Pandemonium is planned
And strait is contorted
The night has shown it's light
The darkness molded in to a coffee cup
I drink and then I wake up
Life is a living art and everyone is a sculpture