Tune up your circuits
Check out your chips
Because you’re going to live a long life.
Check the identity card.
It shows your code.
Listen to the white noise in your ears:
It fades away…
Reality is just a bunch of illusions,
Check the pixels of them.
Stop your radio for a second,
And tell me what you see and hear.
It’s not about the beauty of the truth.
There’s nothing else but you
Pay your credit of life today.
Do the twisted dance again…
Smile that fool to dance
Theatre of pulses, colors of light, pulses of sound…
All goes to one.
Blur and distortion until you realize there is nothing but the truth:
We are born and we die.
Tune up your chips and circuits:
You’re going to live longer…
