You're still kind of a hologramAnd my eyes can't look through youYou're still kind of a hologramYou're realYou're still kind of a hologramThe shadow hiding within and it's blueYou're still kind of a hologramTo meAnd like old holograms you're hangingAround the parties on HalloweenWish you were here with all your smilesEven through your Swiss cynicismAnd like old holograms you're hangingAround the parties that cannot sleepI hope next time before you dieYou do it with your delicate cynicismYou do it with your delicate cynicismYou do it with your delicate cynicismYou're still kind of a hologramYou're glaring boys I now perceiveI've been waiting for some decaysThat you would glow to my telepathyI'm looking on re-memoryMemories like rashes on your eyesWill you help me reconcile?And rip away the pores from my eyesAnd like old holograms you're hangingAround the parties on HalloweenWish you were here with all your smilesEven through your Swiss cynicismAnd like old holograms you're hangingAround the parties that cannot sleepI hope next time before you dieYou do it with your delicate cynicismYou do it with your delicate cynicismYou do it with your delicate cynicismDo it, with your delicate cynicismDo it, with your delicate cynicismI'm teaching you to learn from meI won't tell you to learn from meI won't teach you to learn from meEverybody needs to learn from meYou say so I do, I say so I doYou say so I do, I say so I doWhat if I don't like being learned from me?What if I don't like being learned from me?If you're on the wrong sideWhat's there to do?You're on the wrong sideI'm teaching you to learn from meYou will still be a championI'm teaching you to learn from me