pushing windows ten
phuuck you; to get an account
abyss intrusive
a phone number is
everything you have to know
to truly know you
a tracked and tagged clone
anything I'm spitting on
you cannot unplug
is this machine; stool?
stool! IAM smashing to know
they keep pushing me
why, why, phuuck, what, why
predict the future's iPhone
and do unplug it
the robots have me
connected to everything
I predict burgoo!
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