• how time flies on subway rides
    and how slow life makes it go
    living down the river styx
    counting life in lolly licks

    i've never had a thought of my own
    but i know my mindbird has flown
    but how closely everyone else's grown
    it's much easier to blame insanity
    than to actually blame whoops on me

    and in my hand i've got a square paper
    and i'll fold it down to a triangular taper
    fold it across to the right
    and flatten down square with a fight
    living around on paper trains
    counting life in paper cranes

    i've told a billion why the sun has risen
    but to no one really have i ever meant it
    they want me happy but i'm no different
    i don't want love without reason
    but the daylight brings about the same treatment
    lips so hot and eyes so vacant
    a sullen demeanor and soul, truant

    and in her hand she has a sheet
    and she will take and lay it at my feet
    the language on it is so pretty
    and well-read by any other zombie
    sitting blank on the swings in the sun
    melting like wax with smiles like fun
    living, seated in educated, meaningless ballet
    counting life in meaningless essay

    awake now, my eyes open wide
    hearing the machineheart has finally sighed
    new friends and old have already goodbyed
    i breathe deep
    i already miss sleep
    my magic shanty shines in onyx
    piloted in the dark by whitefaced stoics
    living down the river styx
    counting life in unsung lyrics