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