Every time it comes around
Conveyor belt of floating clouds
Selecting one that’s near to me
This is all so new to me

Waking up while still asleep
Giving up my soul too cheap
I can hear a pay phone ring ‘n
The Percodan is kicking in

Over-thinking what to wear
So I don a yellow square
Seeking out a source of wi-fi
Just enough to get us by

Out of memory
Failing battery
Out of misery
WYSIWYG for all to see

Sleeping dog’s flickering eye
Alpha channel empty sky
The bubble wrap is still out in back
The wrong connector’s in the jack

We’re all part of everything
Accept the things you can not be
Illusion of living free
All electrochemically