[Instrumental Intro]

[Verse]
Soothing repeat, I look down at my feet
It's a hypnotist's arm, and it works like a charm
But I won't be deprived, real worlds, surreal life
Though I doubt there is time, go to sleep, you'll be fine
In the morning you'll find real life was such a grind
Off I go, day is done, where a new one's just begun