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