Imprisoned in the seventeen inches monitor I live Virtual corporeality is my sick walk About in private database garden Computerised emotions, digitalised instincts Synthetic labyrinths of ideal world diffuse through me I am careful gardener of directories' and files' world Imprisoned in the seventeen inches monitor I slave To many megabytes of negligent unusable software As the fingers dance the lethal cancan over keyboard I'm hypnotised, agonising cyberspace floats through me Falling down, tangled in the collapse, I'm overloaded My real torso will never wake again I'm imprisoned in virtual reality, encoded, indexed The neural interface connects me with real worldTeksty umieszczone na naszej stronie są własnością wytwórni, wykonawców, osób mających do nich prawa.
