It started out without a word
Some strange idea, something inferred
Now you don't leave your house anymore
Moving pictures and pleasant sounds
You're addicted to sitting around
Quaint objectives and bearable stress
Even when you're alone, you got that glow
(And the speakers hum, watch 'em shiver)
But following close is a hungry ghost
And it constantly moans, "Just stick to what you know"
You felt the grip, expect a fall
So you did a search and you made a call
But it never occurred to talk out of turn
So write it down or open wide
Chalk yourself a circle and step inside
Because phantoms unwind where your anima flows
And it flows and flows and flows and flows and
Got nothing to show for mirrors and smoke
(And the candles burn, watch 'em shimmer)
And following close is a hungry ghost
And it constantly moans, "Just stick to what you know"