The cables and cords
Hissing through an eight bit sound track
They teeth at me with their prongs
The electricity a new form of venom
That shocks my body a good fright
As my body is wrapped and tangled
Confussion encases me
As all this information tries to swallow me whole.
Powerless i have become
A victum to the thing that i have created
As the evil demon attacks without mercy.
It being created with a malice nature
How could it be good?
Afterall it is a very unnatural entitiy
As it lives as the creation of us
And our race as to the solution to all
Of the world problems
When it has created more then it has ended.
So i sufficate
Losing time, precious time
As this serpant strangles me
The thing that was my friend
As it said it was safe
That it was good
Just take a taste
Of that delicious
For it is here to make my life so simple
Full of these empty promises
So full of hope
The thing i have created
Is my own undoing.
And now i can only watch
At this serpant
As it continues on its evil course
Until finally it just gets bored
And eats the sun in one swallow.