Lyrics by: Rory Winston

Pure chance' detected
Thoughts misdirected in time
Who needs exemption?
Click all five senses for a dime.

Connected, inspected
The web conceals and reveals
Three W's and pixels
The virus ain't the disease
We have needs.

So wide... wide a world indeed
Theme for isolated souls in need

Lost sight of our feelings
The sites been closed down
Now you're a sight for sore eyes
Downloading whatever's around.

Don't resend or resent
The pains you surf
They earn when you're spent
In this fucking virtual hurt.

So wide... wide a world in feeds
Theme for isolated souls in need
So wide and supreme
Theme for isolated souls in need