Run out of room, on the page - I don't care
It's all over soon
If I could just take a piece of this place before we put it to waste
We're always replacing standards and it's demanding how we must have our backups
Everything exists in digital space
I'm halfway human cut with 0s and 1s
I'll come undone and blend and merge with everyone
Two face
Sticking out the side of his mouth is
A cigarette it tasted like Judas
Like it or not he's the rudest. Knocking out your teeth he is ruthless
I'm wasted... and faceless. Rested in some ways but I'm cashed out
Degraded by vapid mindless snaggletooth head-case