Virtual World

Fold these cold sentences and wrap it around your neck and turn a blind eye

Hold your old memories close, an overdose of what it was before and never will be after

Now I’m putting signs

Bold letters above my doorframe

spread the word, my holy words,

Keep the flies away from digging in the dirt – and don’t you dare!

Mold growth on the wallpapers

the waterfall is breaking through the walls

And drip into my ears

Tell me what’s left to see?

Landscape ahead of me

Put the rug back in place,

shrouded lampshades in dusty haze

Open up virtual world, the shutters are closed for way too long since I moved in

Tell me what’s left of me?

Tell me what’s left of me?

The code word’s way too simple

you need action to react

And if you’re acting like an actor

you end up being tagged – being tagged

You grow way faster

Than the tendency

You grow way faster

Sweet blind bigotry

You grow way faster

By talking in your sleep

The closing speech

I placed my pillow within reach

Next to you there’s a virtual world too

Next to you there’s a virtual world too

Next to you! Next to you! Next to you!

Next to you, you, you, you!

Fold these cold sentences and wrap it around your neck and turn a blind eye

Hold your old memories close, an overdose of what it was before and never will be after

Now I’m putting signs

Bold letters above my doorframe

spread the word, my holy words,

Keep the flies away from digging in the dirt – and don’t you dare!

Mold growth on the wallpapers

the waterfall is breaking through the walls

And drip into my ears

Tell me what’s left to see?

Landscape ahead of me

Put the rug back in place,

shrouded lampshades in dust haze

Open up virtual world, the shutters are closed for way too long since I moved in

Tell me what’s left of me?

Tell me what’s left of me?

The code word’s way too simple

you need action to react

And if you’re acting like an actor

you end up being tagged

And if you’re acting like an actor

you end up being tagged