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Extinguish LEDsVisual displays get phased out, upgraded with easeJumper packin' baby, ten fingered USBsYou wanna megabyte this? AlrightBut we might just to have fight it out over 88 KeysA hundred bass lines from a swarm of Stumblebees (yeah!)Buzzin' in your ear, made you thinking maybe theseAutobeats ain't exactly what they seeeeem!It's a heavyweight scene the way we hold itEvery last data molecule's locked down and double boltedStorm your local area network and fold itAutograph your IP, track it and decode itSpyware's got you kiddies begging for bandwidthYou sittin' with some Autobeats you know you can't stand withWe're sharper than the scissors those little kids ran withThis ain't Space Invaders one life is what I began withIf it were, I'd take 'em out by the pixelSmack up the beat like my name is Matt NickelsPack up your grief, I don't need that stuffSurvive on AC Adapters and dope-ass cuts.(hook)Real life is a little more than you expected,Too hectic, got you feeling all rejectedSongtexteRun around spinning like your hard drive's infectedFeelin' disillusioned, down low and dejectedUnaffected, always been to eclecticCan't believe that crazy cowboy that they electedPassword acceptedWe never rock a beat unless it's wholly certifiedNo drum-machine, Grimrock bangs it out liveDon't take it outside like those thugs with gunsTake it to the stock market rockin' mutual fundsSee, Powerthighs analyzes algorithms for funSpot him at the brain game, man you know that kid wonDehydration photosynthesis, it's the OptimusThe antithesis of your every dayA lyricist who's disturbed, I'm not okayI've got too many passwords in my brainI need my memory erased, can't take itI need these data ports wiped clean, left vacantCan't live another day with this binary codeCloggin' up my brain, slowing down my system getting oldGive me the alphanumeric antidoteAnd I swear that I'd delete every line that I wroteYo I'd be stoked, I can't write anywayMelt me down to scrap metal, mold a couple ash-traysPositronic pathways are getting wornI'm absolutely certain I'm not getting reborn(hook)Real life is a little more than you expected,Too hectic, got you feeling all rejectedRun around spinning like your hard drive's infectedFeelin' disillusioned down low and dejectedUnaffected, always been too eclecticCan't believe that crazy cowboy that they electedWe got the fattest pipes, so you're in the net connectedSuper-power servers can't leave them unprotectedPowerthighs never leave a bug this neglectedPassword acceptedI'm sick of so many situations that I am faced withI'm even bored of the drugs that I escape withI clean my face with bleach twice a weekTo replace it with fresh untapped energyCause I've been there see,I've had no hope,I've sat in the stadium watching people walk homeI've seen life crumble, I step up, I copeI get by by releasing all these rhymes out my throatMy memory's stuck, leave trails of post-it notesFilled with disconnected thoughts and witticisms that I wroteWhen I felt broke, beaten down, totally stressed outThinking about my life without a mic and there's no doubtWouldn't wake up in the morning, I wouldn't eatI wouldn't take a shower wouldn't blink, wouldn't breatheWouldn't skate, drink beer, date, or even thinkSlowly decompose into dustAnd just be Aus Songtexte Mania