[Cover song from the band VOIVOD]
Living in a daze, beyond belief Withdrawn from all that I know Disturbed by darkened thoughts Of haunting agony, restrain the memorie Fearing for my life
Conventional TV Standard basic design harmful beyond belief X-Ray, your mind Watching the new TV Wired into your brain It all becomes so clear You'll
The rot set in, the rain came in Searching for a new anaesthesia Maybe it's time to throw in the towel I bought the cow, you get the milk for free Somebody
to whom it may concern your well-known address again, with no answer to my last request disregard ink spots my presentation consider my clear thoughts
I don't want to go home I'm feeling like a ghost I'm falling all apart Could you please fix my heart? Why don't we leave this old town? A new world waits
I know, I know, from the assembly line I know, I know, the three laws of my type I was not built to lie I was not made to smile I ask my positron self
We are here waiting A few know this place With our lens we're looking Scrutinize the space Flying cigars A given name for UFOs Flying cigars Fire this
dummy says I have dreams frightening screams I have dreams dummy says it's too late it's too late big mistake the circus left without me and I'm alone
Struggling through this Disturbing life Surviving is the only way to understand the reasons why each of us live riding the blind tension will pull you
the idiot walks along a canvas Sunday rendezvous; mister phobia
While NASA tries to read your mind Research labs create new life Did we really walk on the moon? Are you still watching the news? Strange and ironic
Side effects of tunnel vision Technofix of silicone Noise that wanders like a liquid Cyber shame and anarchy Useless memory transistor Pressure in my
Walking down an alley Deep in blue neon A dead end for today Under skyways worn Concrete from far below Rising up above Surrounded by shadows Garden
Evaluate just what it's worth This rotting world, this dump we call the earth What do I care, have no regret The future sky, a blackened mournful death
Zoning in a hall of glass plasma flowing from a cask piercing overtones mainline into my back pack it's full of clouds in my house a grey hive, humming
Now, is this real? Much too real hell, planet hell much too real chemical weapons burning citizens body count rising chaos digital combat ruin
High, some positron, speeding ion Cruising along High, some positron, speeding ion Cruising along Low, down inward flow Magnetosphere, negative glow
