Lower your voices the sleeping children will wake up

It's hard to keep up
When everyone speaks so loudly
When someone tries to shovel soil on your face
And you wake up from the dream
You forget how you ended up in a grave
All you remember is happiness.

It's hard to keep up
When everything changes every moment
When all that is old is obsolete
And all that is new is essential
You need to creep out of from your shell and be something new
You don't look back at those people who couldn't adapt
Stomp their wiggling bodies on the road
With blood under your shoes you must carry on

Sometimes I dream I am in a room
Everyone pats my back and says, 'good boy'
I bark loudly in agreement
And lick their hands.
Then I walk out of the room and start my car
And drive into the houses burning around.