Damn kids, they're all alike, okay
Maybe they're right, okay
But the shit is getting right today
All it costs is your life, okay, just wait

Just wait
Just wait till it's on
Ain't nobody 'bout it, but the barrier's barely a song
Ain't no doubt about it, once you in capacity for sinnin's infinite, isn't it?

When it's spinning on a disc, cord is dissonant, skipping bits
A kilobyte to eat, a killer might compete up in the right arena
Net is like a street in that it's still a trap
Tap in to navigate

Get the weight up, if still ain't another way
Innovate or get passed by dumb luck
Either way you a flatline construct

And created by everything that went amiss
Appetite for detritus is just what it is
Attitude gaining altitude and start to spit
And the RAM has demanded that it's clipping. bi—