[ Featuring Paul Sauerteig ]
Easy, easy, a stranger to the Real thing
Cnd what are all these blemishes, red smells in bed?
Easy, frankly, I'd rather have a Terabyte, a copy of a clone
I don't know when I fell so out of love with flesh and bone
I hope the Real doesn't take offense
Wonder when I fell so out of love with hair and spit.
Easy, baby, this isn't how it is online
Cnd I can't even keep it up I guess that means Goodbye
This wasn't how it was online
I'll wander home to Simulated Simulacrum Drive