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T.V. TUBE: COLD...DEAD... TRACE MY SCREEN. TRANSISTOR CIRCUIT TRANSFORM MY THOUGHT, RE-SCAN MY LIVES, BY FIVE-TWO-FIVE. SWITCH IS ON...SWITCH IS OFF. DOES NOT MATTER WHICH.... IN THE DISTANCE, HEAR THE SOUND, GETTING LOUDER, BEING FOUND... NEED FIVE...NOT SIX...ILLUSIONS, TRICKS, DREAMS UNSEEN..................................LIFE BY MACHINE! CLICK DESIRE TO NEUTRAL STATE, POWER ON...BETTER WAIT... IT'S NOT TO LATE: END BROADCAST STATE.
Identify, classify, please clarify for me. If you know how, please tell me now, please do enlighten me. Living in a high tech world.
There are still things, we don't understand, Like why we need, someone else's hand. And though we delve deep, into the stars above, We'll never know why, we fall in love, Even in a high tech world.
We're getting further everyday, you can hear all of them say, I wonder are we so blind? When we open our eyes, will we realize, that we've left something behind? When we're living in a high tech world.
There are still things, we don't understand, Like what makes up, a perceptive man. A man who sees, a potential disease, A man who fears, that we may not hear about love, In a high tech world.
Are you ready to live in a high tech world? Are you ready to love a high tech girl? Are you willing to do as you are told? Oh, you'd better, if you want to grow old.
I don't think it's a curse, and I hope it won't get worse, but I don't think it's all in my mind. There is something that can't hide, and that is the dark side, of the wonders of the times. Living in a high tech world.
There are still things, we don't understand, Like why we need, someone else's hand. And though we delve deep, into the stars above, We'll never know why, we fall in love, Even in a high tech world.
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copyright 2008 David D. Vande Velde