Johnny

Sky is falling on you
Dreams they will get there due
Pass me the old mans memories
Kid with a funny laugh has some too
Let's cross the line
Go down the road less traveled
Build a empire of our childhood dreams

The real rebellion is mans society
The natural springs of our life ****** too build some nations wall.
True borders only exist in our mind
A cruel culture that convinces us of our valid fears.

Do we not chase the bitter truth
Do we clutch the survival of a species

Plastic gires in circle our seas with obvious stealth
Remnants of a mechanized world
That will never ever quit producing indestructible waist for convenience
Mad dictated ancient self help journals of our obvious natural desires conflict with the shortcomings of mans social inadequacies.
Obvious is filtered through the cheese cloth of our natural instinct to get from point A to point B

Choose to dream my species

What we have hear is the point when a man must choose his road for better or worse

The true tragedy lies in making no choice at all