[Intro] PSY COM, PSY COM Blue screen, gold letters gleam [Verse 1] Beige shell on the desk by the wall A blue square waits when the evening falls PsyCom Systems, set in gold A little world with a pulse to hold Psyrgs Incorporated, name on the case A patient machine keeping time in its place [Pre-Chorus] Turbo wakes, the reset light shines I/O answers in measured signs One disk turns, one key comes alive A small bright engine learns to survive [Chorus] PSY COM, PSY COM, wired inside Extra Memory, a river of bytes Ninety-nine on the face of the screen Old dreams still run in that beige machine PSY COM, PSY COM, carry it through A pocket of yesterday humming anew [Verse 2] Papyrus on paper, a map by the chair The fan keeps a rhythm in warm dusty air No grand command, no polished display Just a stubborn little world that would stay Liquid memory, hidden and deep A RAM-fluid current the hands could not keep Still it moves through the things that we make A stored little spark that refuses to break [Pre-Chorus] Turbo wakes, the reset light shines I/O answers in measured signs One disk turns, one key comes alive A small bright engine learns to survive [Chorus] PSY COM, PSY COM, wired inside Extra Memory, a river of bytes Ninety-nine on the face of the screen Old dreams still run in that beige machine PSY COM, PSY COM, carry it through A pocket of yesterday humming anew [Bridge] Load the disk; let the spindle spin A held note opens the room within Extra Memory, flowing slow A stream we had, though we let it go The gold name stays where the blue light begins A little old future still under our skin [Final Chorus] PSY COM, PSY COM, wired inside Extra Memory, a river of bytes Ninety-nine on the face of the screen Old dreams still run in that beige machine PSY COM, PSY COM, carry it through A pocket of yesterday humming anew [Outro] PSY COM… blue on the screen PSY COM… still running in me
