"Volume, you can see it through my eyes
And hear it when I'm wide awake
My eyes mostly stay shut when I sing
Just like when I'm alseep
I have dreams about things I will make
and plans I never do
In sleep, I record these songs in my head
Drumsets taller than a house
And bass amps knocking over trees
Robots with fiber six tapedecks in them
for making tapes
Things change
When I wakae up I see things how they are
I don't have a body made of tape
Or headphones attatched to my head
These songs help me trick myself and pretend
I am made of sound"

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