Once a man now a hologram With a tigers eye that's always shifting What a shame it's a picture plain There's paradise she looks so busy Images of the senses skid on a lake of fire Where frost is circling What can make such a man double take in the afterlife The cost of living here Once a man now a hologram With a tigers eye that's always shifting What a shame it's a picture plain There's paradise she looks so busy Images of the senses skid on a lake of fire Where frost is circling What can make such a man double take in the afterlife The cost of living here