Up much too late writing letters in my head
To far away people wouldn't know if they were dead
People far away that I once knew
Some people so close you can see right through
Most people your whole life will be in between
Never know never talk to, wish you'd never seen
Will I [bad word] engulfed with all I did or did not do,
What should have been what cannot be helped
Sometimes the [bad word]  so hard to stair into
Your eyes would fair better if it were the sun they were looking through
Trapped inside this techno-shpere
Imbalance [bad word] real clear
The living dead walk in the streets and driving in cars
Chronic fatigue
We've all got ourselves on our minds almost all of the time
What a way to live can you pay attention
To people far away that I once knew
Some people so close you can see right through
Most people your whole life will be in between
Never know never talk to, wish you'd never seen.