In Silico - Pop. 1280

Zeros and ones

What’s left to choose?

Everybody’s blank

Dead air in the groove

There’s a man

In the ambient pixel light

Caught him wearing your clothes

Under my bed last night

You don’t like the way this sounds

You don’t like the way this sounds

Zeros and ones

What’s left to lose?

Everybody’s dead

Blank air in the groove

We used to exist

Didn’t need no excuse

Now I hear heavy breathing

In the recycling shrine refuse

You don’t like the way this sounds

You don’t like the way this sounds

In the data grave

The man’s sifting sand

Under the moon

Money’s changing hands

He’s wearing your clothes

Pinning odors on me

His eyes never blink

That’s how he sees

In the data grave

The man’s digging sand

Under the sun

He’s hunting your seeds

He’s wearing your clothes

Going through your CDs

Got an all-seeing eye

That sees my dreams and

I dream in infrared

I dream in infrared

No one’s here so nothing’s said

I dream in infrared

I dream in infrared

No one’s here so nothing’s said

In the data grave

An office building waits

The lights are all out

But the man paces and waits

He’s looking for you

And the things you’ve done

Gonna write it all down

Shoot it into the sun

That all-seeing eye

That sees my dreams and

I dream in infrared

I dream in infrared

No one’s here so nothing’s said

I dream in infrared

I dream in infrared

No one’s here so nothing’s said

Signal to noise

I dream in infrared

I dream in infrared

No one’s here so nothing’s said

Signal to noise

I dream in infrared

I dream in infrared

No one’s here so nothing’s said

Signal to noise

I dream in infrared

I dream in infrared

No one’s here so nothing’s said

Signal to noise

I dream in infrared

I dream in infrared

No one’s here so nothing’s said

Signal to noise