The Likes of You

The likes of you
Your kind
The traces you leave behind
Your relentless rendering
Makes you hard to find
You’re the little something
That they can’t predict yet
Just like Schrödinger's fantasy
Of killing a cat
If they know where you’re at
Slow down, accelerate
If they know where you’re at
Slow down, accelerate
The virtual you
Your mind
Still unidentified
Your relentless rendering
Leaves you unconfined
You’re the little something
That they can’t perceive yet
Like a ghost in a brain scan
They can’t display that
If they know where you’re at
Slow down, accelerate
If they know where you’re at
Slow down, accelerate