I read a book today
It made me think of a life I led
It seemed so far away, but then I wouldn´t call it dead
I see a name or two and the ghosts just start to roam
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 dozen lives since then
So what would Modok do if his memory got too full?
He´d find a powersource 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
I learned how to lie well and somebody blew up
I 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
I´m 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
I learned how to lie well and somebody blew up
I learned how to live true and somebody blew up