Dream of keeping me in a jar
Utopia is like an exit/entrance
Perhaps you ask me
It turns out
Utopia is like an exit/entrance
That is something I cannot share
It turns out
That is your roar
That is something I cannot share
Everything grows and dies
That is your roar
Of entirely new materials.
Everything grows and dies
Perhaps you ask me
Of entirely new materials.
Dream of keeping me in a jar