Into the future I charge
I spawned an arrogant thread
I saw my future enlarged
And then I had to reboot a hundred times,
Untangle threads
And corporate crime
You may never find love down a T1 line
I made a simple demand
I caught a private reward
I made an elegant stand
My faith and patience restored
And then I had to reboot a hundred times
Through lonely beds
And worn out rhymes
You may never find love down a T1 line
I made paper out of paper mache
I drew sonic insurrections out of what you tried to say
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