A year here and he still dreamed of cyberspace
Hope fading nightly, all the speed he took
All the turns he'd taken and the corners he cut in night city
And he'd still see the matrix in his sleep
Bright lattices of logic unfolding across that colourless void
But the dreams came on in the Japanese night like livewire voodoo
And he'd cry for it, cry in his sleep
And wake alone in the dark (dark [3x])
Trying to reach the console that wasn't there
He'd operated on an almost permanent adrenaline high
A byproduct of youth and proficiency
Jacked into a custom cyberspace deck
That projected his disembodied consciousness
Into the consensual hallucination that was the matrix