looking at you i can tell that you're already bored let's go back to myself instead of raising hell i've got lots of living memories at home inside my eyes yeah i hope it's something nice a frozen paradise perfect looking humanoids we're all that remains identically insane our rotting little brains
find the bug scramble the code i can tell it all like a drug scrambled down i can tell it all
maybe we can go where people live inside their dreams smoke a cigarette like on magazines my implant is wearing thin oh i can feel it fade memories are slaves so c'mon c'mon lets get high on other people's dreams as sad as it may seem we're floating in between it