The parents
They don't have time
To talk to us
Drowning in money
And worries
Too bad
We console each other
On our consoles
We connect
On the planet
Internet
We are cyber
And so good
All these machines
In our hands
We are proud to no longer be
Human
It's hard
Hard to grow up
Become a man
Stuck
Between AIDS
And sitcoms
It's better
Better to love each other
On minitel
L-inside
You have heaven
In software
Creatures
In the future
Uncertain
And so proud to no longer be
Human