Sober Up Young 'Un, The World Doesn't Wait For Dreamers.

But Papa, us dreamers, we live our lives and let live.
While those like you, enlightened ones suffer the
burdens of reality. We'll waltz through live while
you suffer the cutting edge of real life.

We'll laugh at your poison, which we'll merrily
consume, we'll go with a smile on our face
peaceful and serene though foolish we may be;
while you grimace and frown enlightened yet
doomed never to smile.

Close your eyes now, Papa, partake in our delusions,
join our merry little company, you'll have nothing to
loose, save your the pleasure you enjoy of your
current company.

Come now, Papa, we don't have time to dilly, you
shouldn't waste precious time to dally. Come close
your eyes, partake in my poison, no harm will come
to you, trust me.


All you have to do is believe.