they live inside a vcr machine
twirling round and round atop the heads
tired of watching all the same damn things all the time
they had memorized all the lines
if you try to make it last
but they ran the tapes to fast
and skipped by everything
they skipped by everything
lazy people sleeping through the loneliness
haven't got the guts to make a change
twirling round and round atop the heads thinking
covering the cuts with our hands