World of Everything

Fun time! Free time!
Mix it all up, put on a show
Implode! Explode!
Mix it all up 'cause it's made of code
Fun time! Free-
Mix it all up, put on a s-
Implode! Explode!
Mix it all up 'cause it's made of-

Come on, join the ring in
This world of everything
All the fun and games that
Can stimulate your brain
It's a new domain
Where every day is all the same
We've even got a toy
To dream up your new silly name!

There's no need to complain
'Cause we've got everything
A crazy clown
A broken frown
Did anyone else hear that sound?
All pleasure or all pain
It's really all the same
It's pretty nice
Take my advice
Just don't trip on all your chains

Night after
Night after
Night after
Night after
Night after
Night after
Night after
Night

A world of all, yet nothing's here
Stuck in a loop, year after year
I feel the laughter looming near
Am I the jester or the butt of the joke?
Into the world where colors spin
A mismatched face, a cheeky grin
I feel the panic setting in
This feeling festered
For all the ones it broke

Fun time! Free time!
Mix it all up, put on a show
Implode! Explode!
Mix it all up 'cause it's made of code
Fun time! Free-
Mix it all up, put on a show
Implode! Explode!
Mix it all up 'cause it's made of co-

Each step I take gets taken back
I've seen the end, the final act
The stage goes black
I've seen the cracks

This world of everything
I can't find anything
In this world of everything
Stuck in the in-between
This world of everything
A sole computer screen
In this world of everything
I don't know what it means

This world of everything
I can't find anything
In this world of everything
Stuck in the in-between
This world of everything
A sole computer screen
In this world of everything
I don't know what it means

Run down the hall, but it feels like a crawl
I keep on running through each door, but I'm hitting the wall
Sprint through each floor, but I'm never too sure
If I'm gonna find my way around these bending detours
Placed god on my head, now I'm sewed up instead
But I don't think I can bear to have him pulling my threads
Looked through a machine, now they're calling me king
But my fort is made of pillows and he's pulling the strings

I don't need dull distractions
To save me from abstraction
I may be driven to the edge
But it won't be in vain
No more "lights, camera, action"
A twisted main attraction
We gotta be showstoppers
Even if we go insane