It's almost one And I'm still in my head Think about hate And what makes me scared Always pinned to the map Unless I fly out to space And by that distant time They'll have mapped that out too I hate how the people Wear beaten out dreams And I'm one of those pupils Stooped down to my knees I don't even know What I'm fishing for What I'm wishing for Reaching around in a starless sky Like a black velvet hat That swallows up tears I hate how the people Have stopped asking questions And stopped doing answers Just stone hard cold facts No re- digestion It's why we grow up A Nation of coworkers The brother hood of man Wannabe business men Type off our hands I want to be there I want to build up I want to talk life Unroll like a scroll And mix up like paint Mismatched shoes In black and white But I've known you for a year now And I get claustrophobic Do you hate me now? Can I disappear? I think it's time To pick up my dreams And roll them in news paper Hop on my mini bus and see you all later Maybe