Red wire - right temple
Black wire - left temple
Red wire - right temple
Black wire - left temple
Red wire - right temple
Black wire - left temple
Red wire - right temple
Black wire - left temple

There are times I think eternal life ain't such a bad gig
Smoke all you want and see the planets
If and only if they find a way to cure the longing
The distant panic

Someday, I'm telling you
They'll make a memory machine
To wax our hearts to a blinding sheen
To wash away the grief
Someday, I'm telling you
They'll make a memory machine
To wax our hearts to a blinding sheen
To wash away the grief

There are folks that think to have a soul you've got to suffer
Well lately I've had my RDA of that
And call it fascist but I know that someday happy
Will be all that matters

Someday, I'm telling you
They'll make a memory machine
To wax our hearts to a blinding sheen
To wash away the grief
Someday, I'm telling you
They'll make a memory machine
To wax our hearts to a blinding sheen
To wash away the grief
Poetry, Aldous Huxley-yeah, yeah, yeah, it'll be a relief

If they can make machines to save us labor
Someday they'll do our hearts the very same favor
The wails of ruined lives brought to a halt by
The serene hum of computers in air-conditioned vaults

Red wire - right temple
Black wire - left temple
Red wire - right temple
Black wire - left temple
Red wire - right temple
Black wire - left temple
Red wire - right temple
Black wire - left temple