With my silicon jacket and my flat glass screen,nI got the facts and the figures,ntyped 'em in with my fingers,ngot to Google a question 'bout the QuickTrip's nitrate fare.nIt ain't with the mud and the paint,nyou created the world,nfrom the dirt to the girl,nimpresive I'm colored so I can't get a jobnand I'm embarassed I said itnbut you can see where it's headed.nI want a new world and I'm gonna trynto type in the numbers right and build us a skynand then divide it by seven so we can get us some lightnso we can see what we're doin' when we're doin' what we're doin'.nI want a new world, and I feel terrible.nI was punching the figures in and forgot a variablenbut, fuck it, it's done, it's time to make me a son.nI got the fear and the pain, it's time to pass it on.nnOh, supercomputer please grant me my wishes,ntake care of my granny and plant me some fishes.nOh, mercy mercy, I'm on my knees,nyou make me a world all just to please you.nWe're starving beneath you, them zeroes can't cut itnbut I'm a fan of the ones but you're all so fickle 'boutnwatching the veins as the blood just trickles out.nnI'm gonna sing a song,nand it will break your soul.