The metaforce from technology
Are crowding out the rest
Suddenly the thing is here
And here you are with it
The printed word
The pen ending
My eyes glaze over
I'm powering down, powering down
Switching off, switching off
The lights go out
My limbs go numb
My wires crossed
I'm paralyzed
The camera's my sight
The whirling wheel's my feet
My hands, arms, legs, chest,
lungs, spleen, liver, tongue
When does the sweet kill
and breathe into me?
We are the new man
That is to come

INVIA LE CORREZIONI