Phosphor Burn-In

Let the screen bleed, burn the psyche

I get it, I said, "I fucking get it"
Reminded of my fuck ups with the flash of an image
The ghost of my memories etched into my vision
Shadow self is here to stay, stuck inside of Plato's cave

Cathode ray is burning hot, scorching through my monitors
Deadlier than bloody smog, I'd rather have the brain fog
Cathode ray is burning hot, scorching through my monitors
Deadlier than smog, rather have the brain fog (rather have the brain fog)
Rather have the brain fog (rather have the brain fog)
Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah

Cathode ray is burning skin, scorching through the filament
Brand the mark on the faces of the lost and mistaken
Scarring the mind, I don't wanna close my eyes
Or they'll be stabbed by the blades of a thousand knives
Burn-ins cannot escape me, only if I break the screen
Only if I break the screen
Yeah, yeah, yeah (yeah), yeah (yeah), yeah
Yeah, yeah (yeah)

Walk outside the cave, tattered screen shining in the heat rays
Where am I to stray? Aimlessly 'til the end of my days
Heaven leaks through the sky of the bitter
Presenting my body full of aching splinters
Some are real, some are draped in illusion
But what is realer than a mind in confusion?
Heaven leaks through the sky of the bitter
Presenting my body full of aching splinters
Some are real, some are draped in illusion
But what is realer than a mind in confusion?

What is realer than a CRT stuck inside in a vat?
What is realer than brain being watched back to back?
What is realer than the words coming out of my mouth?
I can't hide myself, this is what I am
I can't hide myself, this is what I am
I can't hide myself, this is what I am
I can't hide myself, this is what I am
Yeah, yeah, yeah

Walk outside the cave, tattered screen shining in the heat rays
Where am I to stray? Aimlessly 'til the end of my days
Heaven leaks through the sky of the bitter
Presenting my body full of aching splinters
Some are real, some are draped in illusion
But what is realer than a mind in confusion?
Heaven leaks through the sky of the bitter
Presenting my body full of aching splinters
Some are real, some are draped in illusion
But what is realer than a mind in confusion?