I had a nightmare that the waking dream was over The wheels falling off the best laid plans of rats' and men's divinity Both alike in indignity I hear the cheerleaders of drudgery and boredom A trumpet fanfare for the humdrum and the tedium that waits for me Dullness in perpetuity I'll still be marching when the fantasy is over You'll hear me moaning as I get off on the suction of futility Surrender to vulgarity It's ecstasy Descent into barbarity I've lost you, come back to me Imposter, impromptu I've lost you, come back to me