I can see another part of me Looking down on me, thinking about me In virtual reality But is it really me or just bytes and bites What's real now? is it programmed what I feel? Questions to those empty eyes in the mirror I will drink 'til I'm drunk 'Til the heat makes me shiver Stand and deliver my soul To those greedy hands around me Or can I keep it inside me?
Is life just a form of animated death? What's real? Is it programmed what I feel?
Verse II
Internet emotions, meals on wheels Laptopin' fantasies, intellectuel braindisease Love, channel surfin', switch, pitch In fast motion, distortion To this so-called real world Enter on your own risk With your soul on the harddisk information, enter, now it's in your brain What's real? What's unreal? Is it all the same? They label me insane
Is life just a form of animated death? What's real? Is it programmed what I feel?
Is life just a form of animated death? What's real? What's unreal?