Parable of the Sower - Forgive Durden

I’ve woken again in an ocean of salt

Drenched from recurring

Dreams of such horror

They haunt my evenings

Nightmares of a future so absurd

This fantasy of events could never occur

Such vivid imagery has me

Blurring all kinds of lines

Between here and reality

Billboards have replaced all window panes

Faith is less a feeling and more a mandate

Fed up are the sun and the moon

They’re burning up and leaving soon, soon, soon

My twisted imagination

It has a mind of its own

So wake me from this dream

My crooked precognition

Its distance from the truth grows

Please wake me from this dream

Where there’s an answer for everything

Hiding behind child-proof plastic locks

And under cotton swabs

There’s a medicine for every ill

If the money’s right

The pain can be drowned with a bitter pill

All the women are paper thin

Their necks barely hold up their heads

Boys have been trained

And prepared since birth

To serve their role

And fight until their death, death, death

My twisted imagination

It has a mind of its own

So wake me from this dream

My crooked precognition

Its distance from the truth grows

Please wake me from this dream

My twisted imagination

It has a mind of its own

My crooked precognition

Its distance from the truth grows

Please save me from this dream

It’s only a fabrication

This place is all in my head

It’s only a fabrication

This place is all in my head

I rub my eyes to find

This whole time

I thought I was in a slumber

They’ve been open wide