Incubus - Vitamin

I'm born. I'm alive. I breathe. In a moment or two I realize, that the sphere, upon which I reside, is asleep on it's feet. should I go back to sleep? I'm born. I'm alive. I breathe. In a moment or two I realize, that the sphere, upon which I reside, is asleep on it's feet. should I, should I, should I go back to sleep? You stare at me like I'm a vitamin. On the surface you hate, but you know you need me. I come dressed as any pill you deem fit. Whatever helps you swallow the truth all the more easily We orbit the sun I grow up my open eyes see... A zombified, somnambulist society. Leaving us as vitamins for the hibernating human animal. Do you, do you, do you see what I mean? You stare at me like I'm a vitamin. On the surface you hate, but you know you want me. I come dressed as any pill you deem fit. Whatever helps you swallow the truth all the more easily And I wonder, will you digest me? Into the sleep machine I won't plug in, in fact I'd rather die before I will comply. To you my friend, I write the reason I still live, 'cause in my mind it's set; the vitamin is ripe to give. Coming closer to another 2000 years; you and I will pry the closed eye of the sleep machine. You stare at me like I'm a vitamin. On the surface you hate, but you know you want me. I come dressed as any pill you deem fit. Whatever helps you swallow the truth all the more easily