Feel Good

In my dream I died, we made a new life
We can live in a house built up from the ground
The sun stuck in your eyes, you are so surprised
That we could can make a new life, we could be the same
We could make partitions, participate in fission
Divide all of the people. hiding in the steeple
Been out here for a bit
Living in my spit
So I can wax poetic
It’s a new kind of thing
I suffer to bring meaning that makes me feel special
We could either die or we could make our own life
We are not the same, we’d be something different
We listen to our master, he acts like a pastor
I guess there is no option, even
I could die a genius or I could die a slave
There is nothing after if you are not with me