Repetition again today, this ever changing screen, where is the real view
Repetition again today, which is the real view, don't wanna think about it
Look around and it's always 0s and 1s, truth or reality, shift to logic and follow the others
No love existed; we crave what we don't gave
It's a cold world, the many points of view are
Narrow
Worn threadbare, you're horribly fragmented, in need of immediate defragmentation
I am computer, hoping that one day, we who were loveless
Might feel warmth and be moved, hello
Our pain numbs in this cruel world
See a narrow hello
Break, break, breaking, breaking
Let go of these hands held together and change the world
In the end we're just machinery
Before we cover up this cruel world
C'mon arrow
I am computer
This is the last warning