[Verse 1]
In my dream I died, we made a new life
We can live in a house built up from the ground
The sun stuck in your eyes, you are so surprised
That we could can make a new life, we could be the same
We could make partitions, participate in fission
Divide all of the people. hiding in the steeple

[Chorus]
Been out here for a bit
Living in my spit
So I can wax poetic
It's a new kind of thing
I suffer to bring meaning that makes me feel special

[Verse 2]
We could either die or we could make our own life
We are not the same, we'd be something different
We listen to our master, he acts like a pastor
I guess there is no option, even
I could die a genius or I could die a slave
There is nothing after if you are not with me