To you, my friend I write the reason I still live
Is asleep upon its feet
Should I go back to sleep?
But you know you need me
I'll come dressed as any pill you deem fit
My open eyes see
That this sphere upon which I reside
Whatever helps you swallow the truth
Leaving us as vitamins
In a moment or two I realize
Is asleep upon its feet
Coming closer to another 2000 years
But you know you want me
We orbit the sun I grow up
For the hibernating human animal
Do you, do you, do you see what I mean?
I'll come dressed as any pill you deem fit
You stare at me like I'm a vitamin
But you know you want me
In fact I'd rather die before I will comply
On the surface you hate
Whatever helps you swallow the truth
And I wonder, will you digest me, me, me?
All the more easily
Should I, should I, should I go back to sleep?
All the more easily
'Cause in my mind it's set the vitamin is ripe to give
A zombified, somnambulist society
I'll come dressed as any pill you deem fit
On the surface you hate
Into the sleep machine I won't plug in
Whatever helps you swallow the truth
I'm born, I'm alive, I breathe
You stare at me like I'm a vitamin
That this sphere upon which I reside
On the surface you hate
You and I will pry
The closed eye of the sleep machine
You stare at me like I'm a vitamin
