The Network Lyrics
The Network Lyrics
"Reto Lyrics"
Black Out Lyrics
These thoughts can't be mine. but they're the only thoughts I have. In this city of imitation, dying to survive. and when night comes it's
These thoughts can't be mine. but they're the only thoughts I have. In this city of imitation, dying to survive. and when night comes it's
Reto,
you're a technical whiz,
masturbating with computers
for a legion of kids.
Reto,
you're a solid state,
a microchip and designer tape.
Oh Reto,
where did you come from?
With transistors and a keyboard
you're a virtual gun.
Reto,
Waiting For The Robert E. Lee Lyrics
(1955) Way down on the levee in old Alabamy There's daddy and mammy, there's Efran and Sammy On a moonlight night you can find th
is there something wrong? (1955) Way down on the levee in old Alabamy There's daddy and mammy, there's Efran and Sammy On a moonlight night you can find th
The bigger wired robot
is still using its probe
When life's behind the screen
of an agorophobe.
Oh Reto,
artificial life,
a new computer and a brand new wife.
Oh Reto,
can you process this?
A girlfriend in a coma having cyber
Blackened Are The Priests Lyrics
Requiem Eternum,Lord of Ancients,Son of God. Requiem Eternal,Buried in this Holy Ground. They pray on heaven and on fire,deliver them from
ex. Requiem Eternum,Lord of Ancients,Son of God. Requiem Eternal,Buried in this Holy Ground. They pray on heaven and on fire,deliver them from
Gamble it away with computer chips.
Oh no
Knowing where we're going
(Where do we go?)
Oh Reto,
Are you future smart?
Fiber optics cybercloptic digital heart.
Reto,
can you cypher me?
Eight zero two eleven B.
Oh Reto,
it's a
Fountain Lyrics
It’s just not the same when you wake up in the morning with a smile on your face and you know you lied yourself to sleep. He said it takes more t
stripped down world It’s just not the same when you wake up in the morning with a smile on your face and you know you lied yourself to sleep. He said it takes more t
like muriatic acid in a toilet bowl.
Reto
it's an SOS
we're microwaving signals like a scientist.
Our bit-rate is shrinking to a non-existant.
Oh no
Knowing where we're going
(Where do we go?)
Where do we go, Reto?