The audience in studio Open their god flavored wallets Participants are wearing boots By the machine colored seaside (In a heightened state I guide my floating body through a canyon that's lined with futuristic cities. Rotating in place mid-air) They're guided by remote control Proper virtual access I think they'll be the first in line To purchase tickets for Springsteen Creation is confusion Don't bother looking at the sky It's such an obsolete journey And love the locket of your cage In this reality tunnel (With incredible precision I weaved my way through a thousand miles of concrete and neon at new top speeds with my eyes closed) It's hard to separate completely Can't quite detach from all the perceived pains Conditioned by the outside Meanwhile Content about it mostly Oh god Do you still think I'm paranoid? I remember you said it When you thought I wasn't there I know you're all out to get me Creation delusion And everyone was getting lost At the radical nexus So disregard the empty space Or get used to it farther If there is meaning in this haze Maybe it's just to experience Something greater than our alternate ego Removed from what we identify as