I read a book today, it made me think of the 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 starts 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 storage space
You've lived a thousand lives since then
So what would Modok 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
Learned how to lie well, and somebody blew up
Learned how to live true, and 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
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
Learned how to lie well, and somebody blew up
Learned how to live true, and somebody blew up

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Writer(s): DAVID WYNDORF