I read a book today, it made me think of the life I led It seems so far away, but then I wouldn't call it dead I see a name or two and the ghosts just starts to roll I had 'em locked away, it seems they've cut their own parole Now face the music son, Some people live to remember when But you're no storage space You've lived a thousand lives since then So what would Modok do, if his memory got too full He'd find the power source And then he'd pick what plugs to pull I looked in the mirror, and somebody blew up I turned on my TV, and somebody blew up Learned how to lie well, and somebody blew up Learned how to live true, and somebody blew up My brain was still today, just taking a little death Just like the doctors say, I never get that kind of rest The movie's on again, they got me nullifying ghosts Better dead than red, I guess I'll never get off the boat I looked in the mirror, and somebody blew up I turned on my TV, and somebody blew up Learned how to lie well, and somebody blew up Learned how to live true, and somebody blew up