I can never go back.
I have seen a world so colorful and full of music, dancing people
on a weekly basis, we're livin' out this rage, baby...
dancin' before the Armeggedon hits and we're frozen in time forever.
The snowstorm pelts my office window and it's only a ticking time bomb until the energy fails us, the lights go out.
No more pretty lights from your nuclear reactors...they were only pretty on the surface.
What's really pretty is what happens when the lights go out.
In the forest, in those sidewinding paths smelling of patchouli and mary jane --
Do you remember the glowstick paths?
I weaved around people and into deeper forest, hearing music in the distance and occasionally passing me by...
People hi-fiving each other, smiling, turning around as you pass, your scents collide
It smells so good from here, I'd eat the dirt beneath our feet.
Roll in the grass by the fire, watch the fire-dancers and the hoopers
Do you want to expend your energy to that dubstep across the way? That could be self-expression too, you know. Maybe you should do that.
Look at the stars, find ink and a skinny medium
suit yourself, or unsuit and run naked
"do whuteva suits you hun"
Try to maintain that positively positive vibe;
mark your territory with an uncaring grin
and dub yourself a master of the flying colors
don't let it pass you by but absorb it some so you radiate
hot hot heat exuding from your feet on the earth
and head in the clouds.
feel the beat from within and without
fuck the haters now.you've got clout
with the gods from around and the energy you surround
bump your own beat.let your beauty make a sound.
sometimes you can be a wallflower but
you never want to get stuck in a corner rut
Rise and Shine, Sunflower
I can never go back to the bullshit.
