Used to dream of time machines

Now it's been said we're post-everything

As a child, imagining

Neckties and coastlines

I've seen the show, man, what a sight

Drenched us in approximated sunlight

The crowd was small and mostly blind, but kind

You're too kind



Now you are how you were when you were real

Now you are how you were when you were real



There you go again, on that circular trip

Lick the solar plexus of some L.A. shaman

I'm out of breath, I better sit

Been living hard, living 



All I do is follow, just follow this hollow you around



I wouldn't waste another thought

On what is fair and what is not

The Quinceañera dress she bought

Was unstitched with bullets



All the guests in the garden screamed

Women and tires squealing

Such opulence, such misery

Unwinding, unwinding



All I do is follow, just follow, just follow this hollow you around



Now you are how you were when you were real