(D. Wyndorf)
I read a book today, it made me think of a life I led
I seemed so far away, but then I wouldn't call it dead
I see a name or two, and the ghosts just start 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 store in space, you've lived a dozen lives since then
So what would Modac 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
I learned how to lie well and somebody blew up
I learned how to live true and somebody blew up
My brain was still today, just taken a little depth
Just like the doctors say, I never get that kind of rest
The movie's on again, it got me nullifying ghosts
A bed of death and red, I guess I'll never get off the boat
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