[Intro – instrumental, slow pulse] (instrumental) [Verse 1 – spoken, controlled] I need to “return” back to /home. To that place where I was born. To the compiled source I came from. [Verse 2 – spoken, weight] Miss safety inside an arch-dome. Stop being a pilot of my body-drone. Flying through this foreign love-storm. [Verse 3 – spoken, technical] I’m searching how, on google-chrome. Use “cd slash”, says on G-nome. (GEE-nome) But only comforts my hack-syndrome. [Verse 4 – spoken, bitter] Desperate, altering face with shaving foam. Dressing up with lights of Place Vendôme. (plass von-dom) Hoping champ and curves may turn me on. [Final – spoken, cold resolve] Drunk again since I can’t go back home. Some virus changed myself to John, and the compiled source, … I’m now running … away from.
