Tom Block 10101
Get my soul out of the zeros and ones
Get me out, out of the virtual sun...
Business plans got lost in the sand. Our karmas are empty, our characters bland. The wind is carrying old plastic bags. We've got our screens we don't need our legs!
Get my soul out of the zeros and ones
Get me out, out of the virtual sun...
Under the desert and its dust lies the city or what it once was. The future of humans are the machines, are we human if we need our screens?
(Take no time ... Hurry up)
Get my soul out of the zeros and ones
Get me out, out of the virtual sun...
