Not yet sonic, but I'd like to reach
the point where I can say
Yes I am, but it always seems
About sensibilities
And not who's listening
No I'm not yet sonic
What's real in the art school
What's real in the white room
This yet to tell my conscience
Who to trust my thoughts with
Or who to love, you're oh so sonic
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
You're chemically expensive hair
Money that we wear
Will get us what?
It kinda makes you think
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 quadrophonic
Semi-moronic, not quite sonic
The sights, they're embryonic
See what you want, I'm not quite sonic
The sounds, they're quadrophonic
Semi-moronic, not quite sonic
Whoah oh whoah oh whoah ah ah oh
Whoah oh whoah oh whoah ah ah oh
Whoah oh whoah oh whoah ah ah oh
Whoah oh whoah oh whoah ah ah oh
Not yet sonic, but I'd like to reach
the point where I can say
Yeah I can tell my conscience
really trust my thoughts when
the flow, you're oh so sonic
The sights, they're embryonic
See what you want, I'm not quite sonic
The sounds, they're quadrophonic
Semi-moronic, not quite sonic
The sights, they're embryonic
See what you want, I'm not quite sonic
The sounds, they're quadrophonic
Semi-moronic, not quite sonic
Whoah oh whoah oh whoah ah ah oh
Whoah oh whoah oh whoah ah ah oh
Whoah oh whoah oh whoah ah ah oh