Vitamin

Artists : Incubus : Vitamin

I'm born
I'm alive
I breathe.
In a moment or two i'll realize that the sphere,
upon which i reside,
is asleep on it's feet.
Should I go back to sleep?
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 see what i mean?

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.

And I wonder, will you digest me?
Into the sleep machine I won't plug in,
in fact I'd rather die before i 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.