I got it
I shouldn't need more but I want it
I could not have bought it
I worked for something pure
Is this not it?
Maybe if I started to slam into walls
This machine, monotone beeps, would give me a buzz for once
It gets old, the music gets old
The simple fact of perfection never told
Try her out
Re-creation is still beautiful
So why not live and push a little?
Maybe if I start to shake my head about
This machine will crack open and the boredom will spill out
They promised I'd never need another high
Isn't love and a self made point all we can ask from life?
The clouds calling out my name
Push yourself
Calling underfoot they say
Push yourself
So when heaven came it just let me down
Other highs won't let me down