There's a tick in my membrane Saying that he can get me fixed up He'll take care of everything and Tell me I never loved anyone... That I could steal ideas That I could steal ideas That I could steal ideas That seem better than my own kind Yeah I drill where it sparks up Split through case and collagen Say something just to say something Make sure I didn't go too far in Now I'm replacing all these links in sequences It seems things are going my way But the picture's weak Everything's a copy that I'm copying Now the static creeps And it replaces you with who — I hope I'm not a case study I hope they don't put my brain in a tank And poke holes in the holes I've made I hope they don't find my memory tapes Because I grow thorns on my tongue when I speak I grow burs on my lungs when I breathe I've been selling a pipe dream through my teeth And now I'm buying in because It seems so nice To reckon you're the good kind I reckon I'm a good time But I dug too deep I ripped up flowers when I wanted weeds Now the soil's clean And there's nothing left to see And the picture's weak Everything's a copy that I'm copying Now the static creeps And it replaces you with who I hoped you'd be All I see are photographs With faces that don't match your heart at all I feel you leaving You're missing something You're fading quickly Oh god... All I see are photographs With faces that don't match your heart at all I'm only vapor A breeze across your lips No memory of this