my dreams get more vivid.

i've always been some sort of insomniac,
i never slept well, i never really slept at that,
maybe it was my subconcious,
hiding me from something in the back,
of my mind, something i knew to be true,
but my head thought it was too dangerous for me and you,
now it's making it's move,
busting it's way through,
and now that they envelop my mind,
i'm scrambling without a single clue,
the visions pour of the ocean roiling white and blue,
of the floods and storms,
of stars disappearing and running to You,
our heads held high and our throats shine bare,
we light the fire and have no care,
eyes to the sky and we see You there,
as the only light like a triple doggy dare,
to anyone who opposes us,
we are the final army,
the powerful, holy colossus,
words whispered in your ears of it being a tossup,
they may as well spit in your face like a fuckin llama,
while i struggle with profanity, sorry mama,
i find it hard to deal with all this drama,
let alone defining between osama or bama,
in the end we'll love the leaders,
till they turn and bomb us,
yet with our heads held high and throats shine bare,
we light fire and have no care,
eyes to the sky and we see You there,
eyes to the sky and we see You there.