DESCRIPTION:
from 1994's "Rotting Piñata"

Will I wake up, is it a dream I made up? No, I guess it's reality
What will change us or will we mess up
our only chance to connect with a dream?
Say a prayer for me, I'm buried by the sound
In a world of human wreckage
I'm lost and I'm found and I can't touch the ground
I'm plowed into the sound
To see wide open with a head that's broken
Hang a life on a tragedy
Plow me under the ground that covers
the message that is the seed