I read a book todayIt made me think of a life I ledIt seemed so far away, but then I wouldn't call it deadI see a name or two and the ghosts just start to roamI had 'em locked awayIt seems they've cut their own paroleNow face the music, sonSome people live to remember whenBut you're no storage spaceYou've lived a dozen lives since thenSo what would Modok do if his memory got too full?He'd find a powersource and then he'd pick what plugs to pullI looked in the mirror and somebody blew upI turned on my TV and somebody blew upI learned how to lie well and somebody blew upI learned how to live true and somebody blew upMy brain was still todayJust taking a little deathJust like the doctors say:I never get that kind of restThe movie's on againThey got me nullifying ghostsI'm better dead than redI guess I'll never get off the boatI looked in the mirror and somebody blew upI turned on my tv and somebody blew upI learned how to lie well and somebody blew upI learned how to live true and somebody blew up