You sell hi-fi sets but they're haunted,
Like the Book of Changes on your shelf.
Your non-sci-fi plots all unwanted,
You can feel the changes in your self.

Is it so hard to keep on fighting what you see?
If you're alive and I'm dead, tell me what you see!

Your beatnik friends are mostly junkies,
Like a god who's always on TV,
Your brave new world's too much like Huxley's,
Why fill the empty soul with DMT?

Is it so hard to keep on fighting what you see?
If you're alive and I'm dead, tell me what you see!

A counter-clock world turns like a drug girl,
A scanner darkly will show you blood-money.

A simulation, divine invasion.

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