reto
you're a technical whiz
masturbating with computers
for a legion of kids.
reto
you're a solid state
a microchip and designer tape.
oh reto
where did you come from?
with transistors and a keyboard
you're a virtual gun.
reto
is there something wrong?
the bigger wired robot
is still using its probe
when life's behind the screen
of an agorophobe
oh reto
artificial life
a new computer and a brand new wife
oh reto
can you process this?
a girlfriend in a coma having cyber sex
gamble it away with computer chips
oh no
knowing where we're going
(where do we go?)
oh reto
are you future smart?
fiber optics cybercloptic digital heart
reto
can you cypher me?
eight zero two eleven b
oh reto
it's a stripped down world
like muriatic acid in a toilet bowl
reto
it's an sos
we're microwaving signals like a scientist.
our bit-rate is shrinking to a non-existant.
oh no
knowing where we're going
(where do we go?)
where do we go reto? |