Reaching out through global wires
We gaze across the digital spires
No hands to hold but the words transpire
Counting friends which we acquire

We make the daily pilgrimage
We read the words and see the image
Bow our heads as we acknowledge
We’re building gods out of nicad voltage

(vocoder)

Binding networks for colonization
No desires for tactile sensation
Gaining knowledge through instant translation
Speaking only in abbreviation

Connected, disconnected, so serene in this quarantine
Connected, disconnected, so serene in this quarantine

They are well known, but all alone
Touch the screen. It’s like a dream

Connected, disconnected, so serene in this quarantine
Connected, disconnected, so serene in this quarantine

Extending out our mortality
Bound to machine anatomically
We shall make this transcendency
And finish life through LCD

(vocoder)