Benny’s waiting for a new brain implant;

His old one’s working fine

He don’t

care if it’s worth it

He just needs the new version

Benny’s gotta make that money

So he can afford to update the life

That he don’t spend living;

Too distracted searching for the new

Ginger’s got her nose stuck in a book

Hypnotized by symbols on a page

Imbued with meaning

Certainly means more than the life that she ignores

Replacing her thoughts with authored thoughts

Living half a life through pulp and ink;

It’s imitation;

She’s been told it’s education but it ain’t life

It’s living a fiction in fear of raw life

The distractions they’re mired in are lies

Facsimile dream but I’ve got a scheme to wake up;

Oh, I’ve got a scheme to kill the dream

Jumbo Ron is pacing back and forth

He’s worried that he may have made the wrong impression last night

On a date with a doggy from work

He’s obsessing over one small turn of phrase

He’s not sure if it conforms to current standards

Of political correctness as it changes day to day

It’s living a fiction in fear of raw life

The distractions they’re mired in are lies

Facsimile dream but I’ve got a scheme to wake up;

Oh, I’ve got a scheme to kill the d