It's in my head everyday,

A braindead revolution

Mixed up in so many ways,

But it translates the same,

It translates the same.

Too bad you get nothing back

From putting all this time into this 

But no one waits, no one waits.

Let me think of a way to describe

The system of you

As you linger in anticipation

You'll discover that I'm becoming

Sonic, Sonic, Sonic





Chorus: Being me, it's hard to find the system of you

Being me it's hard to find the system of you

X2





I'll take a big step back

To describe the system of me 

One to ten, you know is our ration

That we'll start it all over, all over

Again and again





Chorus





Delivering what's real, I think of you anyway

Knowing what to say

It's pampering when considering the truth

I think of you anyway, but the truth can be unreal

The future has no meaning, the pockers of rage

Their supply of the two

That make us tick, tick, tick



The future has no meaning, the pockers of rage

Their supply of the two

That make us tick, tick, tick





Chorus