Chorus

It is by will alone I set my mind in motion
It is by the juice of saphoo that thoughts acquire speed
The lips acquire stains the stains become a warning
It is by will alone I set my mind in motion

Verse 1

This is a long introduction to a very short song
But I woke up today with my clothes all-wrong
It was the succession of a day that followed night
I can see the game but I can’t seem to fight

Because last night I dreamt that dream again
The one about my enemy and the first-rate friend***
It’s not so abstract, which is how they are mainly
Maybe its dynamic and it’s me acting strangely

I was looking for a person who wasn’t really there
And wherever I went I seemed to be worse for wear***
The suburban drifter said I was stung by cupid
To be old and wise I’d need to be young and stupid

After pondering the advice of those other bands
I looked to my right and saw blood in my hands
I ran to the country to find the powers that be
But all I found was that the drifter was me

Like pin-point worker bees with false anaesthesia
I didn’t want to speak – saying nothing was easier
My dream was talking what it said came true
It’s designer discontent manufactured just for you

Its days like these where I seem far away
Its kind of ironic - I sing the same song everyday
1 type of reason is embedded in the plans
Of finding out how far my dream world spans


Chorus

It is by will alone I set my mind in motion
It is by the juice of saphoo that thoughts acquire speed
The lips acquire stains the stains become a warning
It is by will alone I set my mind in motion

Verse 2

I wouldn’t describe sleep as the cousin of death,
It’s the brother of invention and the keeper of breath
In need of direction where too many is too few
I pay mind to my dreams because they tell me what to do

As the inner people left and the outer ran its course
I felt a strange twinge it was the keeper of the source
As pupil met pupil upheaval took place
The look of perplexity was painted onto every face

Whatever developed was time-lapse photography
A study in point that aided anthropology
Both people grew to their prospective forms
Seas were composed they prevented the storms

I've tried walking on water and I’ve nearly drowned
I’ll cut off my arm to state something profound
But I'm a method agent - 7.1
It’s the future of the unnamed, which is never outdone

But I realise now its holding onto a myth
In a minor fall there’s no major lift
I rather playback to realtime it’s all I need
The terabytes of figures are the sower of seed

Delusional status seems more than fiction
At the side of my cradle is my dreamer’s diction
To let go of the thoughts my sub-consciousness makes
Is the day I wake up and my dream world breaks