Machine

My eyes are bifocal
My hands are sub-jointed
I live in the future
In my pre-war apartment
And I count all my blessings
I have friends in high places
And I'm upgraded daily
All my wires without traces
Hooked into machine
Hooked into machine
Hooked into machine
I'm hooked into
Hooked into
Hooked into machine
Hooked into machine
Hooked into machine
I'm hooked into
Hooked into machine
I collect my moments
Into a cold respondents
With a mightier power
Who just lacks my perspectives
And who lacks my organics
And who covets my defense
And I'm downloaded daily
I am part of a composite
Hooked into machine
Hooked into machine
Hooked into machine
I'm hooked into
Hooked into
Hooked into machine
Hooked into machine
Hooked into machine
I'm hooked into
Hooked into machine
Everything's provided
Consumate consumer
Art of worldly taking
Apart from worldly troubles
Living in your pre-war apartment
Soon to be your post-war apartment
And you live in the future
And the future
It's here
It's bright
It's now