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Hands on Play Thing
written by frotofski_LaVey01:32 AM 9/14/04CODEC my mind, Checksum my sanity
Backup my soul, my only entity
Interact with my hard drive, I’m a sever for an embassy
I’m short one protocol, give me a handshake anyway
Query for my parity, I’m just a node on fucking topology
PLACE YOUR HANDS AROUND ME
WINZIP MY PANTS AND GO DOWN ON ME
My eyes are just pixels, my face a prototype
My legs are twisted pair, fibre-optic cable spikes
I take my floppy and insert into your token ring
Every kilobyte sends you into overdrive
My response time is in real-time
While you’re sitting in batch
Transmit a macro and logon to me
We’ll be an intranet together
PLACE YOUR HANDS AROUND ME
WINZIP MY PANTS AND GO DOWN ON ME
COME DOWNLOAD MY MEMORY
AND I’LL UPLOAD MYSELF TO YOU…
Stuck inside with magnetic tape
I mass produce some victims
From LCD to LSD
I’ll record the narcotic consumption |
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