waking from a dream, this don't feel real.
i'm on the front line and my heads no longer made of steel.
confused, wondering what's the deal?
paradise isn't nothing but three square meals.
seems my stories sealed and it's so unreal.
dreams not yet healed from realities appeal.
and as i kneel i find my skin slowly beginning to peel.
dealing with the left overs forcing yield signs in open fields.
it's unbelievably weird.
and all i can say is, is this for real?
i'm on the front line and my heads no longer made of steel.
confused, wondering what's the deal?
paradise isn't nothing but three square meals.
seems my stories sealed and it's so unreal.
dreams not yet healed from realities appeal.
and as i kneel i find my skin slowly beginning to peel.
dealing with the left overs forcing yield signs in open fields.
it's unbelievably weird.
and all i can say is, is this for real?
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