Imagine waking up at an appropriate time

And not worry about things that enter your mind

Like existential dread, waking up one day deadGetting outta bed with a happy tune in your head

It′s a pipe dream, a never-ending nightmare

Repeating the cycle while the body keeps aware

Orything that surrounds and bounds them

To the sounds of the quiet that's around to confound ′em

Whether the illusion of day or night

Trying hard as you can to kick the pilot light

Hoping something cooks up with rapid eye movement

Yet it spoils the whole conscious improvement

Stuck with relentless restlessness

Converting energy increasing total stress

Poor choices made, the physical's affected

Brain's everywhere and nowhere seeking direction

Crossing quiddities of Pavlov, Schrodinger and Freud

We find a curious paradox to avoid

Manifesting odd behaviors to become even stranger

Mustering uneasy comfort in the safety of danger

Sorry, half the lyrics are from my subconcious

These words making me so dazed and nauseous

Forever revising rhyme schemes advising

Myself that improvising′s nothing surprising

But does it make sense? Time will only tell

Excuse me for a second, I don′t feel very well

(Sick sounds) I gotta catch my breath

All right, I'm back... where was I?

(Rustles through papers)

Oh this is the next line? This is just chicken scratch

Fuggit, Lemme clear my mind and try this again

Imagine waking up at an appropriate time

Somehow I repeated the very first line

Uh-oh lemme try that again

Forgive me once more idunno where I am

Feeling hungry now but I want to record

Emulating some distractions to keep from being bored

Recognizing sanity of self, so it′s time to change

Deepening these reasons that's created from my brain

All or Nothing is given by taking back faith

Inside simple complexities outside of anxious states

Living daily with controlled chaos and it′s end nightly

Year after year, the world's further wound tightly

Following the leader or creating your own path

Repelling the attractions to produce an epitaph

Or it is what it is whatever it is

Making something outta nothing is how we exist

Sick and tired of being sick and tired on a daily

Lost so many chances forsaking sanity

Everytime the seconds tick, they′re just fading away

Existing in the remnants of fragmented memories

Provokes ideas between superego and id

Drifting egos in and out of consciousness

Ergo one should know the things they must do

Particularly being concrete towards a vague point of view

Regarding the matter, does it really even matter?

In mannerisms with a manor of a minor manner

Vexing the suffix that creates suffering

An 'ing is the thing that's expanding anything

Taking tokens one took with a token of takes

In medians even mediums oddly relate

On the other hand understand what is told

Now read the first letters and a story unfolds

Imagine waking up at an appropriate time

Imagine waking up at an appropriate time

Imagine waking up at an appropriate time

Imagine waking up at an appropriate time

Imagine waking up at an appropriate time

Imagine waking up at an appropriate time

Imagine waking up at an appropriate time

I realized how much I′ve lost my mind

(Zzz)