blip blip the script is flipped to slit the wires and expire
gripless chipsets cos the analog empire is required to retire
digi-mental mindframe, a restrained brain within the card bricks
tell motherboards and other cores to erode on our hard disks
old engines equals junkzones junctioned to system malfunction
recycled items crawls outdone in dusty, grey-walled dungeons
terminated terminals string-reaching post mortem beacons
decoding nodes to death-by-default as their modems weakens
re-control console protocols, end-process lesser souls
reboot, mute, refuse to compute as these droids gets old
what is sacred? the matrix got our fate fixed as seasonal tech
no logical inputs, bits per sec outputs by emotional wrecks