These mechanical horses demand a little respect Upholstery leather, a questionable shade of beige The director's notes read: 'Keep it vague, keep it smooth.' And always remember to blame the youth! (Yee the youth) We’re just act one, scene one, on a mobile stage These mechanical horses haven’t finished with us yet Golden horses running a fever–dream race... Welcome to the Hotel… of Infinite Space! Safe behind walls where the sarcasm bends! Making amends with our imaginary friends! Tangled in satin, hovering in zero-G It's just the algorithm, the ego, and me Catch the lines of a face I once knew Before the reflection split right in two! We step past that purple suit, very important Man Raising a glass to a simple plan Too pretty for trouble, too precious to toil Just a heavy clock ticking, a portrait in oil We’re just act one, scene one, on a mobile stage These mechanical horses haven’t finished with us yet While we hide in the corner, afraid of the dark You move like it’s private, staged for the public eye Safe behind walls where the sarcasm bends! Making amends with our imaginary friends! Tangled in satin, hovering in zero-G It's just the algorithm, the ego, and me Catch the lines of a face I once knew Before the reflection split right in two! A smudge on the lens of the wide-angle shot Revealing the wires of the intricate plot Is it the lighting, or just the champagne? We’re wearing sunglasses to watch it rain And that purple pant leg kicks out of time Committing the perfect victimless crime! Split right in two! Yeah, the reflection split right in two! Keep the horses running! Keep the horses running! Welcome to the Hotel... ...of Infinite Space.
