Feeling some kind of way I don't know if I'm awake I can't tell if I'm dreaming My mind is shorting out The switch starts to flicker What I want I'm unsure Pick up the stray thoughts I was pulling from the ether Feeling some kinda way Look around and we were replaced Consider this a test of fate Between a dream and awoke Somewhere in the middle Have I put us in this pickle Wishing that I wasn't fickle These thoughts becoming less civil Between the world of the mind And everything I've left divided The deserving and pious Feeding off each other's kindness The deserving and pious Feeding off each other's kindness The deserving and pious Feeding off each other's kindness The deserving and pious Feeding off each other's kind Becoming less civil These thoughts are becoming These thoughts are becoming less civil Civil Feeling some kind of way I don't know if I'm awake I can't tell if I'm dreaming My mind is shorting out The switch starts to flicker What I want I'm unsure Pick up the stray thoughts I was pulling from the ether Feeling some kinda way Look around and we were replaced Consider this a test of fate Between a dream and awoke Somewhere in the middle Have I put us in this pickle Wishing that I wasn't fickle These thoughts becoming less civil Between the world of the mind And everything I've left divided The deserving and pious Feeding off each other's kindness The deserving and pious Feeding off each other's kindness The deserving and pious Feeding off each other's kindness The deserving and pious Feeding off each other's kind Becoming less civil These thoughts are becoming These thoughts are becoming less civil Civil