Every person and every single one you know
Is just a thing inside itself inside a little show
and you can make it you can make it glow.
And every pixel and every single hologram
Is just as real as any god or son or mother's hand
and you can make it, you can make it glow.
Oh my brother, do the pixels make you're dreams?
Oh please, rest my lungs in a machine.
Communication, weed out the use of verbs and nouns
A conversation of click click click click clicking sounds
and you can make it you can make it glow
Don't forget that you are
still a boy to me
though your veins
and your heart pump elec
Oh my brother's veins bleed electricity Oh please, rest his bones in a machine
Oh my brother cut his wires made him bleed
Oh please, rest his heart in a machine