Nothing Is Real

Nothing is real

You're fooling yourself

Nothing is real

I'm sick to my stomach

There's got to be somethin' else

Nothing is real

Your mother's a program

You're losing your mind

True love is binary

Beauty's a lie

I don't mind

I don't mind

I don't mind

How could I?

Nothing is real

Open your heart

All that you feel

Is coded imprisoned

In pixels and algorithms

Nothing is real

The wind isn't blowing

The sun doesn't shine

Songs are just subroutines

Value's assigned

I don't mind

I don't mind

I don't mind

How could I?

How could I?

How could I mind?