Lucid

No working day's an antidote As long as everyone's a ghost I'm dying to defeat 'em when it all Goes lucid No plight, no past, no honest specter Behind the glass of the projector But everyone's inspired when the show's Concluded Give back control It's getting old How playing God cannot Relieve me from this soul I'm done believing In lucid dreaming Swallowed whole by REM Been hounded by another friend And stirring in reality I'm stopped, stalked, and sabered Darling won't you get a grip We were never hip to hip 'Cause if you're not an animal Your life's too favored Give back control It's getting old How playing God cannot Relieve me from this soul I'm done believing In lucid dreaming I'm done believing In lucid dreaming