Tap on my head and watch the dreams flood out
With a good clout you can make my memories shout
With a good clout you could keep my tears in place
A waste of space stopped from trailing up my face
Which no one would notice
Existence is invisible
Attention is divisible
Shared amongst the miserable
God speed to me if belief wasn’t incapable
God speak to me if the facts weren’t inescapable
Lord let me be my own version of free
Three days a week work, weed trees and tea
4 days a week sleep dreamless and TV
Restless and weak with no words to speak
So smack on my swede, knock me out if you can
Reality’s failed me, diverted the plan
Reality’s squandered, let illusion take over
Tap me on the head, is there anything I can show you?

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