Reaching out through global wires We gaze across the digital spires No hands to hold but the words transpire Counting friends which we acquire We make the daily pilgrimage We read the words and see the image Bow our heads as we acknowledge We’re building gods out of nicad voltage (vocoder) Binding networks for colonization No desires for tactile sensation Gaining knowledge through instant translation Speaking only in abbreviation Connected, disconnected, so serene in this quarantine Connected, disconnected, so serene in this quarantine They are well known, but all alone Touch the screen. It’s like a dream Connected, disconnected, so serene in this quarantine Connected, disconnected, so serene in this quarantine Extending out our mortality Bound to machine anatomically We shall make this transcendency And finish life through LCD (vocoder)