DREAM CHORUS

Here we are again I see you've came to grab a row

While playing strange symphonies while travelling or home

Mystic sounding creep im speaking through this radio

Sticky honey delve deeper through the head you call your own

I'm a solid god impersonator probing for some perseverance

While he's gone fishing at the thought of being overlooked

I've got some ingenuity never seen till mars

Observed in his community still writing them

Seminars seen written on his dominant palm

Pay him a nickel or a dime at the pond

Its the average wooden board wielding psychopath at the park

Sprouting doomsday propaganda you tell your kids all about