Allow me to introduce my point of view, as we slip another meg to clone a hyperlink,
Bouncing millimetre waves from head to toe,
I'll show you scans from one of my future neuro-syncs,
Every day and way is filled with space junk, some of us would call it static noise,
Major Tom is now an info monk, making it possible for us to have all these new toys.
Anyone today can make a low-earth flight,
We offer burials into the great beyond,
Maybe by sifting through the microwaves that fall from outer space we will find some new friends with which to correspond,
I placed a sample on a nanogen chip, heard a song or two or three from hub,
All of these are evidence of space junk, so climb aboard, and welcome to the club.
How can you believe in a God that would let small children suffer?
How can you believe in a God that would let small children die?
How can you believe in a God that would kill his own son?
Can you tell me why?
We're so high, we're sifting in space junk.
Space junk,
Can you tell me why we're drifting so high?
See you in the space junk.
I see you looking at me, electric eyes,
You're looking down at me.
I see you looking at me with your electric eyes, designed to infiltrate my delicate mind,
The cyber age has spawned cerebral lines filled with databases, info, and lies,
Once connected, is it harder to see the pure simplicity of you and me?
Are waves and micros defining the free when cyber-space defines your reality?
