The Likes of You

The likes of you

Your kind

The traces you leave behind

Your relentless rendering

Makes you hard to find

You're the little something

That they can't predict yet

Just like Schrödinger's fantasy

Of killing a cat

If they know where you're at

Slow down, accelerate

Slow down, accelerate

If they know where you're at

Slow down, accelerate

Slow down, accelerate

The virtual you

Your mind

Still unidentified

Your relentless rendering

Leaves you unconfined

You're the little something

That they can't perceive yet

Like a ghost in a brain scan

They can't display that

If they know where you're at

Slow down, accelerate

Slow down, accelerate

If they know where you're at

Slow down, accelerate

Slow down, accelerate