Digitized minds flock to congregate amongst the fourth estate / discussing liberty through gigabytes, assimilation completed / with microchips for satellites and televisions / artificial intuition laced decisions for political gain / viruses crash the mainframe / now we at the point where every name will bathe in acid rain for vain reasons / futuristic Gods wage war / because it’s HAL who won’t ever pen the pod bay doors / plus information will be stored without the need of human memory / only through the form of technological telepathy / the matrix evolution through the hard drive is everywhere / it’ll never be fair in the enemy’s lair / with the scent of despair as infrared eyes outline the soul / and the penalty blares the hypnotic sounds of mind control / metamorphosing humans to digital dynamos / internal modems for brains, we riding low in IFOs / though I suppose this will make us al a little antisocial / monitored by Big Brother’s watch to keep us hopeful / codes in both hands and retinal scans for our focals / while we indulge in downloaded thoughts of going postal / the fall of technology /
Richter scales and seismographs / added up in Mayan math / to count up all the viruses they sending out through cyber blasts / infect the terminal and stab it / cuz we down for cybersex with them hyper texted prophylactics / battlestar galactics—build it onto silicon / rolling and blacking out like Enron with all the pills we on / (yo) / so kill me now before I steal another million / cuz at that moment I’m blowing up, my microchips’ll still be on / missile defenses armed but what can we defend against / we going back to the table like dinner mints / cuz Intel quad core processes the red fingerprints / when us cyber criminals slip in indifference / so hack this / I got your malware for any firewall / security breach and we ain’t even try at all / your dot coms, dot nets and dot protocols / fuck ‘em all if they don’t see that we the ones that write the wall / yeah, so blast that as status update / varied singularity and keep your peoples up late / ghosts in the machine rep the paranormal state / so behold that pale horse on course to re-educate / the fall of technology /
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