Reto

Reto, you're a technical whiz Masturbating with computers for a legion of kids Reto, you're a solid state A microchip and designer tape Oh, Reto, where did you come from? With transistors and a keyboard, you're a virtual gun Reto, is there something wrong? The bigger wired robot is still using it's probe When life's behind the screen of an agoraphobe Oh, Reto, artificial life A new computer, and a brand new wife. Oh, Reto, can you process this? A girlfriend in a coma having cyber sex Gamble it away with computer chips, oh no Knowing where we're going Where do we go? Where we're going Where do we go? Where we're going Where do we go? Where we're going Oh Reto, are you future smart? Fiber optics cybercloptic digital heart. Reto, can you cypher me? Eight, zero, two, eleven, B Oh Reto, it's a stripped down world Like muriatic acid in a toilet bowl. Reto, it's an SOS We're microwaving signals like a scientist Our bit-rate is shrinking to a non-existence, no Knowing where we're going Where do we go? Knowing where we're going Where do we go? Where we're going Where do we go? Where we're going Where do we go? Reto!