You got to lose yourself, if you want to save yourself
Make up a life, make up a friend, invent everything
You got to choose yourself, if you want say something
Bring up the paint, turn on the light, create everything
Look around, everybody's gone
Start to work, but the work is done
Turn around, everybody's gone
Start to dance, 'cause the music's on
We need a plan, we need a plot, we need a story
We want the match, we want the prize, we want everything
Strive till the letters glow
Till the picture blows
Into colored cracks
There's no going back
When the letters glow
And the picture blows
Into colored cracks
And in the world of glare, we move easily
Get high, get down, and get around - no need to rest at all
This is the plan, we are your friend, we entertain you
We want the match, we want the prize, we want everything
We want everything
We want everything
We want everything
We want everything ...