Traffic

You get stuck in traffic with your car and fall asleep

You dream about the future and that mother******* lie

Underwater dreaming in the deep and darkest depths

And the solarpower cells keep the music pumping citywide

And you wake up to the sound of a horn

As your head falls

Against the wheel

And now you're on your way to pick up groceries for your kids

Carrots, frosted food in super giant sizes

And everything gets wrapped in plastic, wax and styrofoam

And it's perfectly in order for your supersterile homes

And you wake up to the sound of a horn

That reminds you

That you're not dead