Any Sweeter

The sun rays are beaming Soon proceeding The world's first Idea projector Playing in order All my deepest desires Making it known All my wants and needs Standing there appalled I hit the thing twice and sigh Working as intended But does it act as prophecy Does it act as prophecy The more I think about it The more it starts to make more sense Start the fire, burn with desire I cease to be Wouldn't I like to know What other people think They say the grass is always greener That it doesn't get any sweeter You pull the wool over my eyes