There's a sad girl sitting in the holographic snow Underneath the holographic tree Gazes at nothing with holographic eyes Gazes right through me Nothing surrounding her is ever really there Nothing here that you can touch Force of habit breathes the holographic air It doesn't taste like much All the holographic flakes whirl round They don't melt upon your skin Everything is holographic now Everything there's ever been Everybody here is a simulacrum Nothing here is very real We're made inside our little holographic world There's nothing you can feel Everyone is very dead inside Everything is just a ghost The sad girl underneath the holographic tree understands this most So time pa**es on our holographic Earth It's perfect in every way Shame nobody here is actually alive Shame we've pa**ed away And the holographic snow falls down And the holographic snow falls down And the holographic snow falls down And the holographic snow falls down And the holographic snow falls down