He recognized the significance
Of the digital warrior on the video game screen
The hand held controller in the hands of the artist
Our hero of the underworld

My memory of him fades
And then something reminds me

He tried to capture that perfect moment
What all good artists try and fail
When you find it you can't bring it back
If you let it go you'll drift back up and forget
But if you hold on to it
It drags you down and you don't come back
It grabbed his heart and it didn't let go

Now he lay in that copper coffin
Across the street from that big parking lot
Where the walking dead go through the motions of life
The vehicles are big metal tombstones
And the bumper sticker writes the epitaph
Here lies the decaying memory of the
American dream in the desert of the real