World of Everything

Fun time! Free time! Mix it all up, put on a show Implode! Explode! Mix it all up 'cause it's made of code Fun time! Free- Mix it all up, put on a s- Implode! Explode! Mix it all up 'cause it's made of- Come on, join the ring in This world of everything All the fun and games that Can stimulate your brain It's a new domain Where every day is all the same We've even got a toy To dream up your new silly name! There's no need to complain 'Cause we've got everything A crazy clown A broken frown Did anyone else hear that sound? All pleasure or all pain It's really all the same It's pretty nice Take my advice Just don't trip on all your chains Night after Night after Night after Night after Night after Night after Night after Night A world of all, yet nothing's here Stuck in a loop, year after year I feel the laughter looming near Am I the jester or the butt of the joke? Into the world where colors spin A mismatched face, a cheeky grin I feel the panic setting in This feeling festered For all the ones it broke Fun time! Free time! Mix it all up, put on a show Implode! Explode! Mix it all up 'cause it's made of code Fun time! Free- Mix it all up, put on a show Implode! Explode! Mix it all up 'cause it's made of co- Each step I take gets taken back I've seen the end, the final act The stage goes black I've seen the cracks This world of everything I can't find anything In this world of everything Stuck in the in-between This world of everything A sole computer screen In this world of everything I don't know what it means This world of everything I can't find anything In this world of everything Stuck in the in-between This world of everything A sole computer screen In this world of everything I don't know what it means Run down the hall, but it feels like a crawl I keep on running through each door, but I'm hitting the wall Sprint through each floor, but I'm never too sure If I'm gonna find my way around these bending detours Placed god on my head, now I'm sewed up instead But I don't think I can bear to have him pulling my threads Looked through a machine, now they're calling me king But my fort is made of pillows and he's pulling the strings I don't need dull distractions To save me from abstraction I may be driven to the edge But it won't be in vain No more "lights, camera, action" A twisted main attraction We gotta be showstoppers Even if we go insane