This isn’t me I am not mechanical
I am not what God intended, I am a desktop animal
My mind is filled with data
My soul is a platform of RAM
Wires across my chest, diskdrive insert of my hand
Thousands of highways screaming in my ear to my mouth
I am unforgiven and heading south
Power switch untouch, I am free
CD-Rom light brightens my pathways, I can see
Hard-drive torn out and scratch with a magnet
I am different
Nor black, no white, red and blue
I am a nerd, dork, queer, or faggot
I am a God of the inside of your Intel, and can’t get out
I am lost in here for sometime running about
Dives into your computer
As a virus from the Heaven, he makes you believe in him.
You didnt care about me