Your dreams are sweet and obsessed and you're overworked.
You're overtaken by visions of being overlooked.
How disappointed would D.(ead) I.(dealistic) D.(esperate) I.(inventor) P.(ioneer) P.(hilosophers) be
to see such power in our hands all wasted on greed?
Am I a prisoner to instincts or do my thoughts just live as free and detached as boats to the dock?
Just like when music was born and detached from your heart.
Is your free time to free minds or for falling apart?
Night after night you turn out the light.
You don't fall asleep right away.
"Are we... are we done?"
in Ize Of the World, The Strokes
