Johnny Darko - Segueway текст песни

I feel like i put something on to cook,
This computer is too slow,
For every seed is a pick,
A choice i made,
To cut us off,
Why was there that excuse,
A phobia of destiny,
Dislike of something to easy,
Did that teacher just give me an A because he was dying,
If i could do it again,
I'd be there each day,
What's the wake matter,
When i ditched on his life,
Am i awake,
If you question your dreams will be lucid,
Too loud,
Or just recorded that way,
Can poetry be understood,
A thought is a life,
Passed between minds,
Evolving as it flies,
This zombeat word,
Just hit my ear,
I heard it could,
Be the taste of bold.