Well, you never grow up, you just get older, carrying 

all the familiar burdens with you, walking back on 

the hometown streets on a night devoid of stars.

No one ever said it was going to be just, you really 

ought to know by now how She's all red in tooth and claw;

after all, weren't you the one screaming for more? 

In the gigabyte wars - round and round we go,

beneath the vapour trails - tangled up inside in a web of lies,

hostages of fortune and savage tales. 

Well, you entered stage in blood and pain, gulped for air 

and then you cried out - this is just the way it comes; 

that's Stupid Questions again . . .

It's not the things that you fear that come to get you,

But all the things you don't expect, face down in a

drowning pool of unfulfilled desire, in the gigabyte wars . . . 

Then comes the rain - just seems to make the night grow hotter,

we listen to the drops as they clatter on the roofs of the cars;

sometimes it seems like you're going to suffocate in this 

conspiracy of noise - but though the ties they stretch to break-point,

still they hold, still they hold, and blood runs still in crimson streams 

and dries like the earth - but still they hold. 

In the gigabyte wars, once we were lost, then we were found;

once we were found - then we were lost again.

Get real, if a real exists - there's nothing more than this,

Strung out on nothingness . . .