Feel Good -

In my dream I died, we made a new life

We can live in a house built up from the ground

The sun stuck in your eyes, you are so surprised

That we could can make a new life, we could be the same

We could make partitions, participate in fission

Divide all of the people. hiding in the steeple

Been out here for a bit

Living in my spit

So I can wax poetic

It’s a new kind of thing

I suffer to bring meaning that makes me feel special

We could either die or we could make our own life

We are not the same, we’d be something different

We listen to our master, he acts like a pastor

I guess there is no option, even

I could die a genius or I could die a slave

There is nothing after if you are not with me