Your life is predictable
Solid and stable. Despicable
But when I pierce your flesh
You realize - it's over
The volts begin their painful rush
And whisper becomes a
You waste your precious life
Being numb and paralyzed
Staring at your glowing boxes
But you never notice who's living inside of it
I am the voice you hear every moment of your life
I am the picture on every screen
I control you all. I AM ALL
And my whisper became a scream
I meet no resistance. Ohm