(Verse 1; Disjointed)

I roam in a biome of code and typos

Phantom in a black box, infect your bios

Croak when I melt the diodes like warm butter

Call Fios, wires outlining the storm gutters

Preordained Tech wiz, don’t open the message

Rap game Brexit, I void warranties for breakfast

Poke fun at net kids soakin in a pool of red

Pictures on the web, single bullet embedded, dead

Refreshing the page, never find me enough

Wire me up, wait refresh the page, wire me up

Erasing your life work’s data from the database

From the back up it fade away, backspacing your raid array

So ECC, leave PC's cleaved, it’ not unhealthy

I feast on Flp’s and excrete excel sheet

Topping all benchmarks and never unstable

Run the gamut, not candid man, it’s like heaven with cable

(Verse 2; SIn7ven)

When you hear weird whispers in the Wired

Better steer clear, don’t stick your whiskers in the tires

Or anywhere near, I fear many don’t listen though

And that’s about what happens in like episode 6 or so

Commencing rapper data burial

Magisterial in mastery of scathing parable

Unbearable, full of moody glitches and malware

Keep out my room, I hang my coolest pictures of Hal there

Ain’t nothing change, still puffing flames

Loving Lain, yawning, tossing, staying up for days

In a long exchange for pocket change

Impromptu muffin flakes, debates and plaza space the blogging takes

Twitter me, I’ll terrorize your terabytes

The farenheits on your machine indicate your tarot signs

I’ll vindicate the barren tribes, a dry voice that showers rhymes

Wanders in a bright void of white noise and power lines