Output flows from me like a tidal wave
Sometimes more so than other days
They can’t set me a limit
Conscious acts are mostly bullshit

Images come when I sleep:
Blueprints drawn out in front of me
I try real hard to stay clean
Why are people so mean?

We’re from different galaxies
Alienation is more than just a feeling
I’ve lost most hope, in my case
Maybe I’ll find a new race

Images come when I sleep:
Blueprints drawn out in front of me
I try real hard to stay clean
Why are people so mean?