The Revolution Will Not Be Owned

We say "You run away to utopia"
We say it like it's true
We like to say this
This way of speaking belongs to us
It's safe

You say "A utopia needs to contain this, an actual dream
A dream is where we don't consider ourselves
We just appear in a symbolic state
A dream is where we set ourselves aside
Dreaming
Is the plan without the plan"

And this song is regulated by copyright regulations
And dreaming doesn't have copyright
I guess you could say "The revolution will not be owned"

A dream is a remix of awake, something is opened
And lets go of consciousness
And self-control
Like in surgery something fizzles out
And is replaced
The creature makes its sortie
I wake up to the first frost, experienced
Previously inhabited, like a summer house
What lies by my bed, an impossible creature
Abject and succulent

A dream, a dream, a dream, a dream, a dream