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Vitamin
I'm born I'm alive I breathe In a moment or two I realize, that the sphere upon
which I reside, is asleep on
its feet. should I go back to sleep? We orbit the sun I grow up my open eyes
see... A zombified,
somnambulist society Leaving us as vitamins for the hibrating human animal Do
you see what I mean? You
stare at me like a vitamin On the surface you hate but you know you need me
I'll come dressed as any pill
you deem fit Whatever helps you swallow truth all the more easily And I wonder,
will yoou digest me? Into
the sleep machine I won't plug in in fact I'd rather die before I will comply
To you, my friend, I write the
reason I still live, 'cause in my mind it's set the vitamin is ripe to give
Coming closer to another 2000 years
you and I will pry the closed eye of the sleep machine
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