Controlled by a remote, unknown Maybe it's in my inner self or in thee The settings of 'rewind' or first forwarding have decayed down But it can pause a bit Pause to think of possibilities and to hope for the best happening It has been crashed and scratched At different times, but a glistening was everytime. A screen, where emotions rolled Colours spreaded to spread only glee, There some signal errors made faded symphony This screen shout at times, and scream without any need This screen knows no rest It can't be often- dead But surely know, it has a deadline finally Better read: My face is a tv screen Controlled by a remote, unknown Maybe it's in my inner self or in thee The settings of 'rewind' or first forwarding have decayed down But it can pause a bit