A metronome beat keeps us insane   For every new bar a different color blink   Sixteen LEDs flashing, plus one next to Gain   You copy and paste yourself into my brain      Patterns to be followed, arrangements to be made   Track to be programmed, new patterns to be laid   Glued to fit the beat, in the same frame   You always find a way into my brain      From a blinking chip to be fit into my heart   We'll build a perfect groove, you played it from the start   From your buttons to my ears, through pleasure and pain   You always find a way back into my brain