It’s not a mystery, I heart technology,
So comfy, like fractology
It’s no philosophy, or like proctology
I took two Tylenuts, autonomy as such
Not enough question marks, no unununium
But do not question much, they say that it’s a crutch
No more technology
But I can’t feel it so much, technology I can’t touch
I tried so hard but they just want to steal my brotherhood
I do not want to stay, I should not feel this way
Binary words surround me, program the answer in me
I’m more than just binary, question mark technology
Question marks are not for me
Program, beeping, error, syntax, error, backspace,
error, restart, prologue, restart, backslash, network, error….
I’m just so close but it’s just my hexadecimal luck
Defragged my motherboard but they just planned my parenthood
I do not want to stay, binary words to say
Binary love surrounds me and programs the answer in me
I’m more than just binary, pre-prologue
My comfy synergy, program the answer in me
I’m more than just cobal, question mark technology