when you're drinking icy mountain dew
in a pale moon's light
and white clouds of mushrooms
are lighting up the night
you might start to see your place
in a different kind of way
you may see your face
and not know what to say
what can i say?
but the sun is in the sky
so that night is not today
and since you don't want to cry
then life must be okay
but the more time seems to fly
it seems to me that when you come to be
born and possessed of a critical eye
that the more you see
the more you see you die
so who's to blame
for a change of perspective
who's right to say
that's not being objective
what's there to stop you
from being dead until you die
who's going to rescue
you from someone else's lie
when you're dancing with the devil
under the full moon's light
even when you're rebel,
considering the night,
taking stock pays double
and you say, forget it, team break the huddle
look at it seems all life is a struggle
and asking questions is asking for trouble
and we could recycle used condoms to help stop pollute
and we could save the world by drinking fermented fruit
and we could still fire you a twenty one gun shot salute
and we could tell stories about moral absolutes
but even if we save our souls then our lives be moot
in the end we're still skydiving without parachutes
when fast approaching ground is filling up your eyes
take the time to feel the breeze numb you screaming by
let it deafen your ears with the roaring of the sky
because falling means flying means admitting you'll die
means admitting that you're not dead yet
means that money's just numbers
means it's your life's in debt
so fill your eyes with wonders
don't worry about bad credit
and when your stomach writhes in hunger
another cigarette will help forget it
three months after winter's end will come another summer