I fly through hyperspace
In my green computer interface
I travel my own place
And I try not to leave a trace
What happened to the techno
What happened to the underground?
What happened to the future
And the world we spun around?
– be myself into the future
I don't know what to do
I really need that rendezvous
I inhale I exhale
Psycho-somatic addict insane
My future is history with mainstream technology
My future is history with mainstream technology
It's time to live, it's time to die
Little fluffy clouds in the sky
Stringed along with the pretense
But it never made any difference
I don't know what to do
I really need that rendezvous
Undo, redo
Psycho-somatic addict insane
My future is history with mainstream technology
My future is history with mainstream technology
My future is history with mainstream technology
My future is history with mainstream technology
I don't know what to do
I need a rendezvous
They never told me to
I don't know what to do
They never told me to – they never told me to
I don't know what to do
They never told me to
I don't know what to do
They never told me to – they never told me to
I don't know what to do
They never told me to
I don't know what to do
They never told me to – they never told me to

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