Your path is strewn with danger
but you're checked-out, unaware
Will your choice be Fully Conscious?
or a chilled-out deadman's stare?
**Red bud's are blooming
**in the grass
**no parking here
**no room to pass
**you're living in your head
**reality will smack you
**and life's a bitch, I've always said
It's an endless fascination
got my eyes all full of stars
and my head's all full of daydreams
deaf and blind to passing cars
**Well life is pain and death is sure
**the sun's on the blade
**all the colors so pure
**Is that blood on the grass?
**or blood on your face?
**gravity wins and physics prevail
**in this race
Well I just get so distracted
I just gotta rock and roll
smashed my face and broke my glasses
'cause I walked into that pole