I must not sleep: the time is ripe for a wide awakening.
I must wake others: those left to dream will be dead in the eyes of the dreary terra-nauts.
Our castles in the sky feed this hungry machine.
It's the perpetual American dream amped up on amphetamines and speed. Folks gassed on life.

I must admit: It has been fun, sittin' back in this ole rockin' chair, watchin' life unravel and just pass on by.