A metronome beat keeps us insane For every new bar a different color blink Sixteen LEDs flashing, plus one next to Gain You copy and paste yourself into my brain Patterns to be followed, arrangements to be made Track to be programmed, new patterns to be laid Glued to fit the beat, in the same frame You always find a way into my brain From a blinking chip to be fit into my heart We'll build a perfect groove, you played it from the start From your bu*tons to my ears, through pleasure and pain You always find a way back into my brain