In case you think
 I am to blame for this song
 Think again
 Because you couldn't be more wrong
 Someone sneaked into this line I wrote
 It was Honey
 Dancing barefoot between the notes 
 Hey Honey sing your song
 Hey Honey turn me on
 You mould me like a piece of clay
 Hey Honey move my lips
 You're in my fingertips
 Whenever I decide to play
 I am just a wannabe pioneer
 Lost among
 Their subconscious souvenirs
 Their songs are dormant viruses
 In my head
 And I can't help but wonder
 How many are there, playing dead?