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 buttons to my ears, through pleasure and pain

You always find a way back into my brain