So perceived as 'outside of the now'
Punching clocks and feeding the sorrow
Life is gone NO, life is ON
We're hinging our movement on digital waves
"I will buy what you're selling as long as you promise to make me attractive again"
Religion is so inconveniently strict we're hinging our morals on digital waves
Today I am lost on an island
This afternoon I will heal the sick
Tonight I will walk as an idol
Death in the sands with no blood on my hands
There are lives in my TV set
I take them and make them my own never leaving, never bleeding
The manifestation of bodies of stone
Deep down I fear the side of the window that you call home
Though this pane I can touch you again
Through this pane I can nurture a soul
This is the best I can do (mantras are made to be true)
I feel I'm finally home
Judge not while I judge you
Selecting a vessel through which I'm growing whole
I survive another night of Ménage à Trois and perilous fights
And all I ever wanted was that life
I sit and dream my life through a silver screen
Reflections aren't the same as 'reflecting' which bodes well for the part of me
That's raining down judgment the co-host to apocalypse
Everybody shake your hips, everybody lick your lips
I've got salvation on queue, it's the latest
When I fall down I'm back on top of the world in 30 minute segments
Lights so bright so you can't see, but if the night is dark enough I promise I'll make you believe