Waking up in a different season… Left outside - First warm, then freezing… The sun has died… The day’s in disguise… Get up out of bed... At least - I know I’ll try… and as I unwrap my eyes…This day’s - in disguise… Lay back down and watch some TV... The anchor’s eyes - Are fixed right on me… I hear their threats and begin to despise …This day in disguise… I reach way across the room... And I’m not - Quite sure why… I begin to fly…A day in disguise… Well I’m feeling well, well as well can be… Well, well is well - And well, well ain’t free… From above I see the masses cry…Day in disguise… Now it’s humid outside, hard to hide... All my sensations - Are petrified… I've got to try and try and try…A day in disguise... Can't ignore, surrealist visions... Though I’ll give it - An honest try… It all relates as I enter realism…The day’s in the sky… I open the blinds and find... The post I hoped - To leave behind… I close the shades, I'm stuck inside...A day in disguise...
