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