the Beginning


This is the beginning of a strange dream, this isn't the end of anything
Yellow sun is coming up, the stale dawn killed the night
Yellow sun is rising, everything else has fallen down
I never had a plan my friend, just along for the ride
Don't ever try to look into my mind
Imagine what could be if there were such a thing as freedom
But it's all an illusion, friends and reason
Solid ground moves under us, the still sun in the ocean sky
Solid ground is crawling, yellow sun will be your guide
What do you need? Have you plans?
Collective mind leading others outside the wind
Stoned disguise, awakening
Yellow sun is coming up, the stale dawn, wide open eye
Yellow sun is burning, smiling creatures filled with something that can't be denied
Lost in a surreal landscape highway misery, young minds polluted until they bleed
Time to end this television scene, abandon this ill conceived, wretched industrial dream
This is the beginning of an unusual dream, this isn't the end of anything
Yellow sun is coming up, the stale dawn put an end to the night
Yellow sun is rising

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