there is no insanity, rather a super sanity
more suited for life at the end of the 20th century
where everything is art,
and everything is trying to express it,
where everything is art,
and everything is trying to comunicate it

all intelligent beings sleep the dreaming of dreams
and they've all come up to meet me tonight
although while in the morning, all their wonder and their
glory was turned ugly and quite simple
like a venue when you're loading in gear

sexuality, eroticism in asexual pursuasions
man or woman, make's no difference in the outcome
no fasion, no tolerance for stupidity or ignorance
"adidas" or "the arch deluxe"
and time is now an object

oh my fucking god
oh I'm fucking god
and I'll dream all this into becoming real

and until such time that you can prove me otherwise
I will continue with my agnostic travels
until I've found a place that dreams with me
a place that feeds on my rountine

all I want is my mommy
all I want is my mommy
all I want is my mommy
all I want is my mommy

this is the night that it all changes