There and back and stop
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until the lenses of the eyes focus,
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back and forth and hop
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nerves are a ball of steel yarn.
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Chromium and tin and copper
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under the shiny skin of solid laminates,
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chromium and tin and copper
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and platinum wire rib cages.
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Electricity is our power source.
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A big machine in the distance thinks for us.
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We don't know desires, laughter or tears,
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the computer perceives everything for us.
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line, circle,
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our world is equations and hyperfunctions of numbers,
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straight line, circle and back,
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until the eye lenses focus.
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Just a few lines, a few hatches
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and we have long known the maps of the future,
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cold and heat is a graph,
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time no one, nowhere, we will never meet.
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Electricity is our power source.
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A big machine in the distance thinks for us.
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We don't know desires, laughter or tears,
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the computer perceives everything for us.
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There and back and stop
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until the lenses of the eyes focus,
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there and back and stop
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nerves are a ball of steel yarn.
|
Chromium and tin and copper
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under the shiny skin of solid laminates,
|
chromium and tin and copper
|
and platinum wire rib cages.
|
Electricity is our power source.
|
A big machine in the distance thinks for us.
|
We don't know desires, laughter or tears,
|
the computer perceives everything for us. |