who knows

stuck in a coma dream
can't wake up
because you're dead

so this isn't real
it's in your head
your cold, dead head
time is frozen like a dream
and the dream persists without aim
where is it going
this is the party where things become unclear

is this a dream,
or the life i knew before?
was there ever a difference?

money, evil though it may be,
is easily exchanged for tools of much use
to relax
to reflect
to rebirth
to regret...

to forget

to survive
and feel alive
to look forward to
to get you through
the times that are tough
when life feels rough

like you live in a cage
and feel only rage
and numb yourself to the pain
until it drives you insane

then you freak out
without a shout
have you lost your head?
or found arcane instead?

roll along
sing a song
pop a pill
hit the bong
right is right
wrong is wrong
cheech is cheech
chong is chong