Starting pleasure with a hostile key
Faking joy and hospitality
Pouring wine in the infected glass
You the bottle, me the chaos
Virtual reality, real virtuality
Virtual reality, real virtuality
A cosy corner, a familiar look
A cherry coke and the pie you took
Sweet lips are tearing me apart
For fifty bucks, another heart
Virtual reality, real virtuality
Virtual reality, real virtuality
Strange smell, new identity
There ain't no other possibility
What you see or what you feel
So hard to tell, nothing is real