Conceived in silent cerebral explosion
dreamed up, created, intended
lifeless without commands from the player
Disconnect the power delete the game file and suddenly be gone
Aren't you real? You scar and die.
and like Plague Dogs, you’re resurrected.
Such a dark definition of existence.

Transfer my soul to a cyber plain
Take a new identity; new face, new name.
If I re-emerge I won’t be the same.

Reality becomes obscured,
When your days are spent lost wandering a world.
Of living dreams, engineered by Bethesda Softworks
You’ve forgotten there are other people besides NPC’s out there
Or is the problem that you just don’t really care?
And like an ember dying amongst coals,
Your Need For People burns more slowly

Transfer my soul to a cyber plain
Take a new identity; new face, new name.
If I re emerge I won’t be the same.

I know that it’s just a dream
Don’t bother waking me up
I’d rather be right here
I’d rather be right here

I’ve moved my life away from mundane normality
The outer world no longer holds fascination
There’s nothing out there I give a shit about anymore
There is nothing for me.
My girlfriend? My boyfriend?
Who are they anyway?
Did they help me reach level 88? No!
There is no goal lofty enough for my attention
That I cannot achieve just fine right here,
By myself.

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