Bedding Taylor Swift
Every night inside the Oculus Rift
After mister and the missus finish dinner and the dishes
And now the future's definition is so much higher than it was last year
It's like the images have all become real
And someone's living my life for me out in the mirror
No, can you believe
How far we've come
In the New Age
Freedom to have what you want
In the New Age
We'll all be entertained
Rich or poor
The channels are all the same
You're a star now, baby
So dry your tears
You're just like them
Wake on up from the nightmare
Na-na-na-na-na-na-na-na-na-na
Na-na-na-na-na-na-na-na-na-na
C'mon
No gods to rule us
No drugs to soothe us
No myths to prove stuff
No love to confuse us
Not bad for a race of demented monkeys
From a cave to a city to a permanent party
C'mon
When the historians find us we'll be in our homes
Plugged into our hubs
Skin and bones
A frozen smile on every face
As the stories replay
This must have been a wonderful place
