Used to dream of time machines
Now it's been said we're post-everything
As a child, imagining

Neckties and coastlines
I've seen the show, man, what a sight
Drenched us in approximated sunlight

The crowd was small and mostly blind, but kind
You're too kind


Now you are how you were when you were real
Now you are how you were when you were real


There you go again, on that circular trip
Lick the solar plexus of some L.A. shaman
I'm out of breath, I better sit

Been living hard, living

All I do is follow, just follow this hollow you around


I wouldn't waste another thought
On what is fair and what is not

The Quinceañera dress she bought
Was unstitched with bullets


All the guests in the garden screamed
Women and tires squealing
Such opulence, such misery

Unwinding, unwinding

All I do is follow, just follow, just follow this hollow you around


Now you are how you were when you were real