Texty: Incubus. S.C.I.E.N.C.E.. Vitamin.

I'm born, I'm alive, I breathe
In a moment or two I realize
That this sphere upon which I reside
Is asleep upon its feet
Should I go back to sleep?

I'm born, I'm alive, I breathe
In a moment or two I realize
That this sphere upon which I reside
Is asleep upon its feet
Should I, should I, should I go back to sleep?

You stare at me like I'm 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 the truth
All the more easily

We orbit the sun I grow up
My open eyes see
A zombified, somnambulist society
Leaving us as vitamins
For the hibernating human animal
Do you, do you, do you see what I mean?

You stare at me like I'm a vitamin
On the surface you hate
But you know you want me
I'll come dressed as any pill you deem fit
Whatever helps you swallow the truth
All the more easily
And I wonder, will you digest me, me, 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

You stare at me like I'm a vitamin
On the surface you hate
But you know you want me
I'll come dressed as any pill you deem fit
Whatever helps you swallow the truth
All the more easily