Testo Minus Me

Here I am asleep in a hologram
My mind's a ghost
Prednisone to help stimulate his growth
The edge is close

Here we are sustained by a dying star
With time to kill
Breath by breath it's hopscotch to certain death We're built to spill

Now for my next trick
I'll worry myself sick
I'll write it in sidewalk chalk
Across your whole street
I miss your soul
I miss your soul, soul, soul
It's time to grow

Here it is the chance to rebuild the bridge acrosss the void
Blink by blink a balance of of feel
And think a life enjoyed

Now for my next wave I'll focus myself brave
Retire my microscope
And check my baggage
And it's time to go
It's time to go, go, go
It's time to go
It's time to go, go go
It's time to go

Here I am asleep in a hologram
My mind's a ghost

I miss your soul
I miss your soul, soul, soul
It's time to go
It's time to go, go go
It's time to grow