The noise burst off with digital

age, the pixels blur and hearts

engage.

We're lost in the virtual city,

yearning for a sense of reality.

All of the avatars in the

sub-space, sticky connection in

their saddest race, with every

click we search for truth.

In the virtuals of our youth

Through the screens we strive for,

We find a world where we can truly

want And the earth soils in the

stopper space Sucking connection in

this sad list race With every click

we search for truth In the future,

I'm so valued Through the screens,

we're straddled as far as A world

where we didn't dream of If the

eclipses are in the cyberspace

Seeking connection in this endless

race With every click we search

through I think the future will run

so buggy She's gone.

She's gone.

She's gone.