untitled
the cars flowing on the road and us
on the net we are like the packages and bytes
we're pushing the bandwidth
hacking what she wants
just passed by
from the sacred black screen
I was scared a bit
I kind of like it
by sending me here
today kernel made a wrong choice
I didn't belong here
it was the one who placed me
the only error on this network is me
I'm in the wrong package
or am I the only error
maybe the error is whole matrix
NISIOISIN is goat
And so begins the tale of the wounded ones
A tale of blood splattered red and dried black
The tale of our never-to-heal, precious wound
A tale I will tell no one
untitled
i'm going to lose my mind
a man NON COMPUTERIZED
Thoughts trapped in shadows, like the blind,
life melts, in despair i felt