this is the story of a reoccuring dream   some other images cut inbetween   endlessly seeking for identitiy   of what there is and what there seems to be   do i am just what i recall   do i own waht belongs to all   a sunken ship that carries jewelry and gold   i`d love to get it but the water is much to cold      i`m going down through a poke in my vein   i`m moving up to where i`m going insane   caught in the middle for it`s too high a stake   i`m popping out of my rebirthday cake   i`m shooting up through a whole in my head   see me falling through the safety net   no boundaries no strings attached   i am free so don`t you mess with me      sing a loud song   and draw a few lines   the world is a mess   and i feel fine   tell a crude joke   about the sign of the times   have faith and you can sleep with snakes      this is the story of a reoccuring dream   some other images cut inbetween   endlessly seeking for identitiy   of what there is and what there seems to be   do i am just what i recall   do i own waht belongs to all   a sunken ship that carries jewelry and gold   i`d love to get it but the water is much to cold   stuck in the middle i can barely move   i feel my feet are marching to the good groove   i hear my heart is pounding on the right spot   hell i`m free so don`t you mess with me      sing a loud song   and draw a few lines   the world is a mess   and i feel fine   tell a crude joke   about the sign of the times   have faith and you can sleep with snakes