Not yet sonic But I'd like to reach the point Where I can say Yes I am But it always seems to be About sensibilities And not who's listening No I'm not quite sonic What's real in the art school What's real in the white room This yet to tell my conscience Who to trust my thoughts with Or who to love You're oh so sonic So and so fantastically boring You're a fashion whore Being real is one thing Being nothing is something But at this point There's something wrong Chemically expensive hair Money that we wear Will get us what? It kinda makes you think Only animals Are friends... surreal friends Truly sonic The sights They're embryonic See what you want I'm not quite sonic The sounds They're quadraphonic Semi-moronic Not quite sonic
