I fly through hyperspace In my green computer interface I travel my own place And I try not to leave a trace What happened to the techno What happened to the underground? What happened to the future And the world we spun around? – be myself into the future I don't know what to do I really need that rendezvous I inhale I exhale Psycho-somatic addict insane My future is history with mainstream technology My future is history with mainstream technology It's time to live, it's time to die Little fluffy clouds in the sky Stringed along with the pretense But it never made any difference I don't know what to do I really need that rendezvous Undo, redo Psycho-somatic addict insane My future is history with mainstream technology My future is history with mainstream technology My future is history with mainstream technology My future is history with mainstream technology I don't know what to do I need a rendezvous They never told me to I don't know what to do They never told me to – they never told me to I don't know what to do They never told me to I don't know what to do They never told me to – they never told me to I don't know what to do They never told me to I don't know what to do They never told me to – they never told me to