Caught up between killing computers
That tell you dreams are sneak previews of our future

And you feel empty, you feel sorry
When it seems your life means nothing to nobody

But you won't listen, you won't fall
And you won't know a cold eternity at all

So stop pretending, start relaxing
Feeling our time and space collapsing

So stop pretending, start relaxing
Because the end of all things has started happening

And you feel so old
I pray for your soul

And it's all to much
And you've lost your human touch