Lyrics:

Camera runs straight, through the doors
This man feels something he's never felt before
Truer words found themselves hidden in the mist
It seems real life has lingered too long in the abyss

The man was born to a televsion screen
Was prepared to live his whole life in a dream
His whole world lay on a silver platter
On an island where the truth did not matter

But he took it too hard
When his wife brought out a shard
Of a hidden past
Revealing his stolen ass

Patterns in the way they walk across the screen
After the volkswagen there comes men in green
As if the street adjacent is a oval track
I get a greeting from my neighbors who are black

I'd like to live at my own admission
I'd like to love on my own volition
I'd like to be the man I never was
For real this time, for no ulterior cause