Vitamin

I'm born. I'm alive. I breathe

In a moment or two I realize

That the sphere, upon which I reside

Is asleep on it's feet

Should I go back to sleep?

I'm born. I'm alive. I breathe

In a moment or two I realize

That the sphere, upon which I reside

Is asleep on it's feet

Should I? Should I? 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 come dressed as any pill you deem fit

Whatever helps you swallow the 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? Do you? Do you see what I mean?

You stare at me like I'm a vitamin

On the surface you hate, but you know you want me

I come dressed as any pill you deem fit

Whatever helps you swallow the truth, all the more easily

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 two thousand years

You and I will pry the closed eye of the sleep machine

You stare at me like I'm a vitamin

On the surface you hate, but you know you want me

I come dressed as any pill you deem fit

Whatever helps you swallow the truth, all the more easily