Not yet sonic, but I'd like to reach the point where I can say
Yes, I am, but it always seems about sensibility
Not who's listening, no, I'm not yet sonic, what's real in the art school, what's real in thewhite room
This yet to tell my conscience who to trust my thoughts with or who to love, you're oh, sosonic
So and so fantastically boring, yeah, you're a fashion whore
Being real is one thing, being nothing's something, at this point, there's something wrong
Your chemically expensive hair, money that we wear, will get us what, it kinda makes youthink
Only animals are friends, surreal friends, truly sonic
The sights, they're embryonic
See what you want, I'm not quite sonic
The sounds, they're quadraphonic
Semi-moronic, not quite sonic
The sights, they're embryonic
See what you want, I'm not quite sonic
The sounds, they're quadraphonic
Semi-moronic, not quite sonic
[I don't understand this part at all]
Whoa, whoa, oooh
Whoa, whoa, oooh
Whoa, whoa, oooh
Whoa, whoa, oooh
Not yet sonic, but I'd like to reach the point where I can say
Yeah, I can tell my conscience who to trust my thoughts with or who to love, you're oh,so sonic
The sights, they're embryonic
See what you want, I'm not quite sonic
The sounds, they're quadraphonic
Semi-moronic, not quite sonic
The sights, they're embryonic
See what you want, I'm not quite sonic
The sounds, they're quadraphonic
Semi-moronic, not quite sonic
Whoa, whoa, oooh
Whoa, whoa, oooh
Whoa, whoa, oooh
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