What is this world, what is this we've created In the burdens of this life I cannot rest This world means nothing Everything we hold will pass away With a void of completion comfort will ever fade I long for this wind to cease We once held undying

You push the button and we'll do the rest There are things that I just cannot explain to you And those that I hope I don't ever have to The exotic sound of data storage Nothing like it First thing in the morning Bastard latin That's the best thing for it