I've got nothing

Better to do with my time

Easier just to give my mind

To the pixilated god.

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Creative passions purged

Achieved a state of grace

Now offer it up in cyberspace

To the pixilated god

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Steal the minds of masses

Instant gratification

Soul-numbing communication

With the pixilated god.

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Thought I might rebel

Save myself somehow

But here I am again

Once more to sell

This web-entangled soul

To the pixilated god.

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Oh, well.