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