Not Quite Sonic Lyrics - Dig - I Mother Earth

Not yet sonic 

But I'd like to reach the point 

Where I can say 

Yes I am 

But it always seems to be 

About sensibilities 

And not who's listening 

No I'm not quite 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 

You're a fashion whore 

Being real is one thing 

Being nothing is something 

But at this point 

There's something wrong 

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 quadraphonic 

Semi-moronic 

Not quite sonic