Tried to erase what you saved in the front of your mind But it's not what you thought it's a permanent line And you moved it around from the front to the side Of the middle in the back of the corner aligned With the rest of the times that you figured were gone From the drive but they're not they're still plenty alive And they haunt and they haunt playing tricks on your eyes Like a grade school science fair champion prize The effect was a pepper's ghost visualized Too young to see the relation and why Right click right now writing everything off All the warnings that came down from the tip of the top Now you drip and you drop at the scene of the site Like it's your system preference Patience boy cause satan's all of the time Everywhere that you look even when it's benign And he still just waits in the queue of your head As the line wraps around every corner and then Gets burned in your memory every time Gets burned in the screen of your favorite eye And don't worry bout space or available bytes There's a billion more things you're gonna save