Imp Rage

In a rage of passion
bordering on a fit.
I found myself unable
to get right out of my bed pit.
And I said, "fuck."
What the fuck am I doing?

Looking for inspiration
to come out of my silly head.
I dreamt amazing things
and did fuck all about them.
Well a dream's alright.
Like a human mousetrip.

I searched hard for some answers
to those questions I'd asked.
Staring straight into the mirror
saw a man without a shirt.
And I said, "fuck"
Don't wanna look at him no more.

This man's a failure.
He's no at all what you will see.
This man is so is so much more you know
If dreams could set his body free.
If dreams could start the feeding fire.
If dreams took you higher then higher
Then oh, then oh, the places you will go.
Lay back into bed
and fall asleep.
Yeah, fall asleep.

Well my brain is bursting
with things I'm sure I didn't think.
And it makes me wonder
who was I before this dink?
What black hole did I crawl out from?
Whose bright idea was it
to spin me on this roulette wheel
and not tell me where I'll end.
and never where I will end.

A painful sure existence.
All clear, easy to see.
That all is nothing anyway.
But nothing's everything.

If dreams could show the way,
If dreams could settle your heart,
then oh, then oh go back to sleep.
Wake me up again
when it falls apart.
Yeah, I'll be waiting.
Not wearing a shirt.