Lost in Cyberia
The green and orange blinking
On my router, linking
In between the wires
a world filled with zero's, ones, and i'm stuck in the mire
modulating, that's the desire
electrons prancing, ethernet blazing
this digital world, so amazing
hooked like fiends
control -alt -delete to kill these zombies
I keep it in my pocket,
check it more than my mother's locket
radio waves, sine waves, wish I could make it all go away
take it to my grave, this device so nice, keeps real life away
I can't live without it, ensnared like a beast all chained,
like a cult of priests in black, ordained
I see people walking looking like they're dreaming,
entranced by the soft glow of the screen's beaming
the walking dead are here amongst us
whipped and led so we don't make a fuss
Those bit and bytes, over a PCI bus
My monitor glows, pale and compelling
filling my need, my satisfaction is swelling
demodulating, in the darkness of my dwelling,
sense of comfort when it's with me
alone and depressed when I'm not, lost in a sea
status updates, new mates, clicks and tweets,
I don't need any relief
This is my life,I'm half cyborg
I'll have it with me at the morgue
can't stop now, feet barely touching the floor,
new processor, ten cores
must have it, more, more more.
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