Crystal in the eye,
Jetsam on the tongue.
Yeah, you're lost in your flesh; you covet the impermanent.
No sisters, no brothers, no fathers, no mothers,
No daughters, and no sons.
If you shed the substrate, you will find
The multitude becomes one.

Testify that you may circumvent the analogue;
Once you get it off your chest, you'll be ready to touch God, oh!

Uh! Pretty little thing, seventeen,
Hole in my brain. (Come on, just plug in! Plug in everyone!)
Didn't give a thought to Angola
I stepped on a snail. (Come on, just plug in! Plug in! Come on, just plug in! Plug in!)
Oh, them mammalian defects are strange -
Oh, had to turn it off during a boss battle, and I just couldn't save.
Shit, I could go on for days

And I don't wanna deal with it no more.
I think I need digital rebirth.
I'll make my friends, design my sex;
Indefinitely stave off death!

Get down on the floor; put your hands up for our Lord!
His gospel's made of lithium and silicone!
Everybody plug your mind in,
And there will be a Holy Mainframe waiting for you!

We'll prime you for data;
Eucharistic SCART card.
Plug you in, delete your sin;
Don't forget your charger, alright?
Now, I don't know if I'm sure...
(So why are you here then?)
Because I need to be sure.

Well, how's living in the darkest corner
While you're dealing with a world full of blame?
This here is your tech-communion;
You'll have a brand new brain.
Then you've got fast trackin' fractal acquisition, my son.
I'm talking the flow of a year in thirty-one seconds.
Good God Mode!

Now on your kn-kn-kn-knees, kn-kn-kn-knees, kn-kn-kn-knees, ow!

Get down on the floor; put your hands up for our Lord!
His gospel's made of lithium and silicone!
Everybody plug your mind in,
And there will be no more worries about your pretty little thing,
Seventeen, hole in your brain.
Lord knows you trust us for sure;
Won't lead you astray.

Oh yeah, ooo! Yeah, they're gonna lead you astray!

(Now wait just a socket jackin' minute. Can't you see that they'd just have you refracting through isolated prisms? What if you're wrong, and it ain't no Holy Mainframe?)

Ain't no Holy Mainframe...
Ain't no Holy Mainframe...
Ain't no Holy Mainframe...
Uh... Uh... Uh... Yeah!

Keep your hopes up and your downloads!
Software straight from the tabernacle, so how can you go wrong?
(Gonna hook up your brain. Load it up!)

Well, you don't have yo search no more!
This here is the techno-communion!
This here is the answer to your call!
I'm talkin' 24/7 omniscient vision!
I'm talkin' one flash singularities!
I'm talkin' it all at once!
But you gotta have faith!
You gotta have faith!
So in the Name of the Chipset and the Holy Motherboard!


Get down on the floor; put your hands up for our Lord!
His gospel's made of lithium and silicone!
Everybody plug your mind in,
And there will be no more worries about your pretty little thing,
(Everybody plug your mind in)
Oh, seventeen, hole in your brain, oh!
(Everybody needs to plug your mind in)
So get ready to upload!



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