The room is all aglow with lights and frantic victory chirps

This night decides the Laurel's home 'til challengers usurp

The children gather 'round the box and sway amid a trance

They watch the blipping on the screen as pixels dive and dance

Beware, I live, beware, I live

I hunger for your thoughts

Beware, I live, beware, I live

I'll root you to this spot

I'll root you to this spot

There's something wrong with what it does, it's not a thing for fun

And no one's heard of this machine or knows how it is won

The owner says they wield it in, his memory's a blur

Its title says Polybius and how its innards purr

The players find their way to it, like moths get drawn to flame

And all the world becomes a blank as it calls out their name

Beware, I live, beware, I live

I hunger for your thoughts

Beware, I live, beware, I live

I'll root you to this spot

Who could've made a thing so bright? Whatever does it do?

No player ever seems to know the what or how or who

The rumors fly around the town until it disappears

They say the thing was never there, no matter what you hear

Its players banished one by one, they're taken in the night

By men in suits who search for those who've seen a second sight

Beware, I live, beware, I live

I hunger for your thoughts

Beware, I live, beware, I live

I'll root you to this spot