Technology.
Revolution.
thought I could be.
Your paragon.
A little twinge of notion in you,
the system comprehends,
the ghost inside the machine rings true,
it understands.
These are the best of times,
these are the worst of times,
these are the good days, the old days, the bad days,
the glory days, the gory days, the history, the mystery.
For crying out loud, there's a sound in the crowd,
make you scream and make you shout if you're ready or not,
don't throw your hands in the air because I really don't care,
if you're sick or just a sycophant, you're nothing to me.
As we all get older, on this sphere, this revolver,
this burnt out husk we call the world, this planet made of dust,
came from Adam and Eve, right down to me,
give me Lillith, make it fun,
a generation on the run.