Robot Computer Stuff

Cauterize my one good wing Scrutinize the new routine Tear apart the words I sing But the question remains Who died and made you king, Cobra? Sink your fangs into our wounded neck Siphon your fix at the expense of someone else's paycheck It's funny how one voice in the whole crowd Can be so obnoxiously loud A lonely king of a nuclear wasteland Breathe it in, call it your salvation With a pair of dumb thumbs, unleash the machines Wield it ungraciously mean No one ever asked you to speak A loudmouth is the crown of the weak Bite your tongue, shut your trap Or we will stitch it shut For everyone Vomit your opinions online Take your time wasting all of mine Hide behind your keyboard and screen Honey you're all buzz and no sting Praise yourself, expert director But you're nothing but a spineless dictator Such a pity for the know-it-alls in charge Burdened by those egos so large Bite your tongue, shut your trap Or we will stitch it shut For everyone Your mouth sure does move a lot For someone who says nothing at all I'll find a way to shut you off Spiteful prophet without love Summon a new paradigm I'll Flip the switch and pull the plug Delete your virus, fix the bug And rip your cables from our spine Free your mind You've got mail Abort and purge me Blue Screen Without you, I'm free Reboot me Abort and purge me Blue Screen Without you, I'm free Reboot me End of line