I wish that I were Moby
while sleeping, while awake
I wish I had his music
to hear its perfect yearning
in the private silence
once alive
in my mind's will
before the lies and damned liars
vying relentlessly stole attention
for zombie imagination
(they breed inside your head)
in the private silence
once alive
in my mind's will
before the lies and damned liars
vying relentlessly stole attention
for zombie imagination
(they breed inside your head)
I wish I heard an anthem
of my own but with a future
to singi while walking
with my violin
to singi while walking
with my violin
safely above living,
on the broad wings
of a secret song,
on the broad wings
of a secret song,
I'd breathe deeply
in and out, personal beats
in and out, personal beats
