The Dream

I just exploded all over your dreams
Now your soul is bursting at the seams
Second i touch her she creams
All over the new shag rug
Forever i seen her shrug it off
Turn you head and cough
Feed from the trough
Of knowledge allegedly
Forever is never free
So i just exploded in real life and time
Government wont spend a dime
I made her cream again just for lime
Light so sublime I see her crying
In the morning my brain is frying
And dying, trying to let it go
Eating the eternal mango
With Frank and Dr. Dervant
Whenever i want
Sixty-nine is every night
Darkness with which i fight
Is really my past
Not right but a purple cast
Iron pot to raise the mast
Synopsis is no stream
Of thought to become a dream
Dream on drama drinker
For heaven belongs to the thinker
Because it is not real to the thinker
You see him as a stinker but really
He's touchy feely
But back to the dream
Dream of new skies
Or new skis
Just say please and it will be yours
Press R2 to open new doors
Collecting, wandering to new floors
Opening pores into my classic dream
Of me falling into the blue stream
I just continue to make her cream
And that's the climax of the scene