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