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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