I hope the best to start conversation,
Bubble up thoughts of problems we're facing
Our brains are both weird, and the blue screen is on
In hell's kitchen there's pieces all chopped up
We are ghosts, in our own
So heaven's outta question, oh I guess
For the future generations,
Crumple up notes on problems we are facing
The both of us are really fucked up
And the blue screen is on