stuck in a dream, without a f*cking scheme,
stuck in a machine - made u appease the fiends,
reasoning is nearly non existent, considering the infinitely resistant
world that we live in, as I swirl around in these visions,
my wings are bound in my senses,
going round and round - there is no ending
forced to be like a scarecrow - and blend in
For my entrance - out of the corn field
out of the space ship - and away from the torn steel
away from the pie charts - I want no more meals
away from the spy smarts - I want no ordeals
......... and a few more lines
