The Proceeding

I have no ambition and I have no goals

And I'll stay in bed, 'til I'm old

I have no outlet and I have no peace

But the birds in the trees they sing to me

They said 'get yourself out of bed'

Get yourself outside and out your head

You can't stay there anymore

Look in the mirror, unlock some doors

And the priests they come to me

They say 'worship God and set your soul free'

And my therapist says it's fine

It will all change with time

But the grass is still the same green

And the river still glitters and beams

And the businessman walks to his job

A lot may change but the world does not

Today I woke in a dream

But the dream meant nothing to me

As the spiders crawled up my arm

And my teeth fell out into my palm

And I woke up in my bed

I had to get outside and out my head

And the people they'll laugh at you

But you've got nothing to prove