The Internet

I can only talk to you through the internet

In bits and in bytes and right angles

Carved up my life just for the internet

You take the leg, the wing, the shoulder, and sing

"All hail to our god the internet"

I spilled my drink onto the internet

Everything twitched and was gone, it was gone

Who am I now without the internet?

I'm not the saint, the fiend, the stupid machine

"Liking" likes, like I should like the internet

I spy the satellites of the internet

Above me like human-made stars

Concentrically circling the internet, but never enough

To touch, to feel any rush

Out beyond the pull of the internet

Oh, how I long

To just feel any rush

Out beyond the pull of the internet