Ants of the Sky

Now... My teeth taste funny today They seem more jagged than normal I’ve been told, I’ve been told, I’ve been told That I have been grinding like gears during my dream hours I wonder if it’s just my thoughts fusing into one frequent dream One which parts with the night, the night I saw them dragging the other day, other day Scraping their knees Seems the high horse is taking them all home I can’t leave myself out Seems the high horse is taking them all home I can’t leave myself out, self out Why should we sleep today? Why should we awake tomorrow? We can just pop back a few And drift through This pre-programmed flight We can just pop back a few And drift through This pre-programmed flight Across all oceans (a windy, noisy trek) Across all oceans (a windy, noisy trek) Across all oceans (a windy, noisy trek) Across all oceans (a windy, noisy trek) This seems to be what I’ve needed We were brought up to grow into one We were brought up to grow into one I’m going to fly up soon, and seek other lands The soothing air of flight -- A bird’s eye view Into what I’ve always imagined life could be Will it be sought after? It might just be useless Writings and ideas, that laziness will corrupt in the end Bones of dust need hardening I think the prescription I think the prescription is found Sleep on... Sleep on, fly on In your mind, you can fly Sleep on... Sleep on, fly on In your mind, you can fly Sleep on... Sleep on, fly on In your mind, you can fly Sleep on... Sleep on, fly on In your mind, you can fly Sleep On.... My teeth grin oddly Today (today) They seem to gleam more than Normal (I know) Maybe it will be noticed... The walking dead Walking Dead