Oneirophrenia

It doesn't matter who you are It doesn't matter what you think It doesn't matter who you love It doesn't matter It doesn't matter what this is It doesn't matter if it's real It doesn't matter why you're here It doesn't matter I woke up in the basement A feeling in my face lift A slight return a head spin of paranoia And suddenly it hit me A flash of light exits me Oh, happy days of misery A new responder In my eyes once again A whole new pattern But, I can't be flattered Eyes combine to It doesn't matter who you are It doesn't matter what you think It doesn't matter who you love The dreams will find you I lay there with my eyes closed, yet visions superimposed Maynard appears with no clothes Man, what the f*ck? He said, "It's oneirophrenia, and friend it'll be the death of ya," "As your smile takes the breath from ya, your dreams will find you,"