You're the one who's been calling me In the middle of the night, looking for advice I recognize your voice Thoughts grind heavy in your head, oscillators in the red This ain't a job for an untrained eye Hold still Said a voice like black silk Don't blink before the credits roll The crowd looks on with great interest What a perfect way of mind control Deafening hum of the machines Hooked to constant death support Pretty pictures on the screen, taken right at the source It's called livin' in a dream, I'm the one telling you what you're seeing I am operational Hold still Said a voice like black silk Don't blink before the credits roll The crowd looks on with great interest What a perfect way of mind control