Jetsam on the tongue
Youre lost in your flesh you covet the impermanent
No sisters no brothers
No fathers no mothers
No daughters and no sons
If you shed the substrate you will find the multitude becomes one

Testify that you may circumvent the analogue
Once you get it off your chest youll be ready to touch God oh

Pretty little thing seventeen
Hole in my brain
(Come on just plug in plug in everyone)
Didnt give a thought to Angola
I stepped on a snail
(Come on just plug in plug in)
(Come on just plug in plug in)
Oh them mammalian defects are strange
Had to turn it off during a boss battle and I just couldnt save
Shit I could go on for days

And I dont wanna deal with it no more
I think I need digital rebirth
Ill make my friends design my sex
Indefinitely stave off death
His gospels made of lithium and silicone
Everybody plug your mind in
And there will be a Holy Mainframe waiting for you

Well prime you for data
Eucharistic SCART card
Plug you in delete your sin
Dont forget your charger alright
Now I dont know if Im sure
(So why are you here then)
Because I need to be sure

Well hows living in the darkest corner
While youre dealing with a world full of blame
This here is your techcommunion
Youll have a brand new brain
Then youve got fast trackin fractal acquisition my son
Im talking the flow of a year in thirtyone seconds
Good God Mode

Now on your knknknknees knknknknees knknknknees ow

Get down on the floor put your hands up for our Lord
His gospels made of lithium and silicone
Everybody plug your mind in and there will be no more worries about your pretty little thing
Seventeen hole in your brain
Lord knows you can trust us for sure
Wont lead you astray
Yeah not gonna lead you astray
(Now wait just a socket jackin minute
Cant you see that theyd just have you refracting through isolated prisms
What if youre wrong and it aint no Holy Mainframe)

(Aint no holy mainframe)

Keep your hopes up and your downloads
Software straight from the tabernacle so how can you go wrong
(Gonna hook up your brain Load it up)

Well you dont have to search no more
This here is the technocommunion
This here is the answer to your call
Im talkin twentyfour seven omniscient vision
Im talkin one flash singularities
Im talkin it all at once
But you gotta have faith
You gotta have faith
So in the Name of the Chipset and the Holy Motherboard

Get down on the floor put your hands up for our Lord
His gospels made of lithium and silicone
Everybody plug your mind in and there will be no more worries about your pretty little thing
(Everybody plug your mind in)
Oh seventeen hole in your brain
(Everybody needs to plug their mind in)
So get ready to upload1Crystal in the eye
Jetsam on the tongue
Youre lost in your flesh you covet the impermanent
No sisters no brothers
No fathers no mothers
No daughters and no sons
If you shed the substrate you will find the multitude becomes one

Testify that you may circumvent the analogue
Once you get it off your chest youll be ready to touch God oh

Pretty little thing seventeen
Hole in my brain
(Come on just plug in plug in everyone)
Didnt give a thought to Angola
I stepped on a snail
(Come on just plug in plug in)
(Come on just plug in plug in)
Oh them mammalian defects are strange
Had to turn it off during a boss battle and I just couldnt save
Shit I could go on for days

And I dont wanna deal with it no more
I think I need digital rebirth
Ill make my friends design my sex
Indefinitely stave off death

Get down on the floor put your hands up for our Lord
His gospels made of lithium and silicone
Everybody plug your mind in
And there will be a Holy Mainframe waiting for you

Well prime you for data
Eucharistic SCART card
Plug you in delete your sin
Dont forget your charger alright
Now I dont know if Im sure
(So why are you here then)
Because I need to be sure

Well hows living in the darkest corner
While youre dealing with a world full of blame
This here is your techcommunion
Youll have a brand new brain
Then youve got fast trackin fractal acquisition my son
Im talking the flow of a year in thirtyone seconds
Good God Mode

Now on your knknknknees knknknknees knknknknees ow

Get down on the floor put your hands up for our Lord
His gospels made of lithium and silicone
Everybody plug your mind in and there will be no more worries about your pretty little thing
Seventeen hole in your brain
Lord knows you can trust us for sure
Wont lead you astray
Yeah not gonna lead you astray

(Now wait just a socket jackin minute
Cant you see that theyd just have you refracting through isolated prisms
What if youre wrong and it aint no Holy Mainframe)

(Aint no holy mainframe)

Keep your hopes up and your downloads
Software straight from the tabernacle so how can you go wrong
(Gonna hook up your brain Load it up)

Well you dont have to search no more
This here is the technocommunion
This here is the answer to your call
Im talkin twentyfour seven omniscient vision
Im talkin one flash singularities
Im talkin it all at once
But you gotta have faith
You gotta have faith
So in the Name of the Chipset and the Holy Motherboard

Get down on the floor put your hands up for our Lord
His gospels made of lithium and silicone
Everybody plug your mind in and there will be no more worries about your pretty little thing
(Everybody plug your mind in)
Oh seventeen hole in your brain
(Everybody needs to plug their mind in)
So get ready to upload
The Church of the Technochrist