I shoot my fix in with a metronome needle and now it's kicked in

It's not an addiction, I got a legitimate prescription

Only time I touch the ground is when I slip and fall down

Which isn't often

So if you see me walking help me up

'Cause those broadband subscribers get pissed at low bandwidth wires

My ocean's full of pirates

Abusing my kindness

All I want's a good life with no regrets but God damn it

I'm bored and there's nothing ever new on this planet

And my psychic killed herself

She never saw it coming

Is there music in my head or is it this guitar I'm strumming?

Like an actual factual dictionary ritual

This fictional fantasy's falling faster than Mach3 cuts vocals chords with no shaving cream

Everything I've said makes no sense

Until you change the tense

Future first person past participle existence

I always wondered why these wires wound round me

I'm the Internet mainframe brain stem

And I know shit about your family

I'm here to make a donation to the Salvation Army

Here's my cares and my worries

It was all I had on me

And take the shirt off my back

The brand name was branding me like a branding iron

Was given a brand new attitude but took it back

Exchanged it for a multitude of antidotes for heart attacks

Now my irregular beats are off my chest and on my tracks

Everything we've ever done communicated over phone jacks

And wire taps dance into your home so watch your back



Computer

Why don't you get back in line?

Hey junior

What's up with those crazy rhymes?



I shoot my fix in with a metronome needle and now it's kicked in

It's not an addiction, I only do it when I start twitching

Add "ashes" to the vocab

When I extinguish four-inch cigarette in your mouth and

Scorch the deepest wind flap

Give me the dynamite

I'm going down in the dark

To light a spark and blow this fucking cave of secrets apart

Part-time deep thought spelunker

Weekend warriors fight battles to see who gets drunker

Perennial class-flunker probably got shitty parents

Cure bruised egos with Honorable Mention ice packs

And wooden plaques giving merit to otherwise meaningless stats

No wonder all these kids wanna rap

I sell them beats and they pay in cash

How clutch is that?

Give myself a paper cut in an uncomfortable location

To distract me from all of these damn frustrations

In the end I'll have scars that represent my patience

Decomposing my photo album of memories and faces

Travel the new consciousness at the speed of magnetics

Electric tourniquets stop bleeding encryption syndicates from believing in it

I'm nobody's protégé

Brick oven clay dried out in my favorite position

Painted and put on display

How many billion cells in the human body, how many humans?

How many brain stems suffer from internal toxic pollutants?

Creating cloudy forecasts and follow up on these delusions

I'll see you when it all hits you in your confusion



Computer

Why don't you get back in line?

Hey junior

What's up with those crazy rhymes?



In the distant future, a billion years from now

Humanity will be one large entity with a consciousness and a purpose

Not a random collection of individuals

This consciousness is already evolving

Everything man has ever learned is stored in one place that we all can access

You are the first to become aware

Who will join you?