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 waht you want
  I'm not quite sonic
  The sounds
  They're quadraphonic
  Semi-moronic
  Not quite sonic