Ideas can tear you apart and branch out of your skull
Cloud your words and colour your eyes
They contagiously infect
Gray matter tentacles have taken their control
I feel like a fleshy shield
Moving into the world
I tried to forget how my hands felt like glass
How I moved robot limbs
Sew me a dream
Out of terrible truths
Scraps that mean nothing
Outside of you
Sew me a dream
Out of hopeful attempts
To make something better
For us and our friends
Just make something beautiful
And make something whole
Out of dead materials
The universe has seen it self
And wandered off to the woods
To lament and to collect
As it's fables faded away
I try to forget how mind must fill it's gaps
In its robot thoughts
Sew me a dream
Out of terrible truths
Scraps that mean nothing
Outside of you
Sew me a dream
Out of hopeful attempts
To make something better
For us and our friends
Just make something beautiful
And make something whole
Out of dead materials
Sew me a dream
Don't show me the truth
This all means nothing
With out you