I woke up in a spell Up with the morning dread Drinking the dregs Of all my regrets The years hanging Above my bed I woke up in a screen A pixelated dream With nothing to choose And hours to lose Something was choosing For me In another life We moved outside of time No one to predict or direct No trick mirror To inspect I woke up in a club A thousand bodies shook Ain't no record except My memory of it Just an imprint Under my skin In another life We moved outside of time No one to predict or direct My next words Or my next steps Or who I left behind All the ghosts unkind Or where I slept last night Who to follow, or to like... What kind of song would the caged bird be singing? What kind of life would the caged bird be living? Too strung out on the screen to feel true light See the flowers bending to a neon light