I read a book today, it made me think of a life I led, it seems 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 them
locked away, it seems they've cut their own parole, now face the music stun, some people
live to remember when, but you're no storage space, you've lived a dozen lives since then,
so what would mode I do, if his memory got too full, he'd find a 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
on somebody blew up, my brain was still today, just taking a little death,
just like the doctors say, I never get that kind of rest, the movie's on again,
they got me nullifying ghosts, I'm better dead than red, I guess I'll never get off the boat,
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,
I learned how to lie well and somebody blew up,
