(Intro) (Verse 1) All day I sit by the computer glow Watching prompted art start to grow I’m just longing for that cool, clear data [spoken echo] Cool... clear... data With a mouse I shape the scenes so bright But each iteration shifts All the magic that I lift Vanishes into the digital night I’m just longing for that cool, clear data [spoken echo] Cool... clear... data (Chorus) Keep on clicking, constant friction Every iteration brings frustration That the generator’s headed for a slaughter Lord, I’m tired of the credit changes Rearranging all the ranges I’m just longing for that cool, clear data [spoken echo] Cool... clear... data (Outro) {whispering echo fade out ] donate...donate... donate... donate. [end]
