Red Headache 3D Nightmare

Lyrics

Hot plastic smell. The room is quiet.
Just the whine of a motor you can feel in your teeth.
Two eyeholes in the dark, a promise of depth.
Come on in.

A master's last strange dream, Gunpei Yokoi.
He gave us the Game Boy, he gave us this poison.
I lean into the visor, the world goes away.
The neck strap is tight, keeping me here.
Six AA batteries pressed into your back.
All that weight for a world made of red wire.

It's a parallax romance, a dizzying dance.
Red lines on a black screen, my one and only chance
to see the future. But the future is sick.
The spinning mirror flickers, oh so quick.
This is my Red Headache 3D Nightmare.
I can't look away, I'm already there.

July 21, 1995.
Fluorescent lights bleed around the edges of the eyepiece.
I'm serving a ghost tennis ball in a crimson court.
There's no one else to see it, this is a solo sport.
You were never meant to be shared.
A private sickness, a future impaired.

It's a parallax romance, a dizzying dance.
Red lines on a black screen, my one and only chance
to see the future. But the future is sick.
The spinning mirror flickers, oh so quick.
This is my Red Headache 3D Nightmare.
I can't look away, I'm already there.

My optic nerve is screaming.
The motor whines and slows.
The image collapses, it folds in on itself.
From a 3D world to a single, blurry line.
A red scar burning across the void.

I pull my face away.
The real world hurts my eyes.
There's a red ghost behind my eyelids now.
A ghost of you.
You just sit on the carpet.
Silent.