Vitamine

by Incubus

Album: S.c.i.e.n.c.e.s. [#2]

I'm born
I'm alive
I breathe.
In a moment or two I realize, that the sphere
Upon I reside,
Is asleep on its feet.
Should I go back to sleep?
We orbit the sun
I grow up
My open eyes see...
A zombified, somnabulist society.
Leaving us as vitamins for the
Hibernating human animal.
Do you see what I mean?
You stare at me like I'm a vitamin.
On the surface you hate,
But you know you need me.
I'll come dressed as any pill you dream 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 2000 years;
You and I will pry the closed eye of the sleep machine.