Extinguish LEDs
Visual displays get phased out, upgraded with ease
Jumper pack and baby, ten fingered USBs
You wanna megabyte this? Alright But we might just
Have to fight it out over 88 Keys
hundred bass lines from a swarm of Stumblebees (yeah!)
Buzzin' in your ear, make you thinking maybe these
Autobeats ain't exactly what they seeeeem!

It's that heavyweight, see the way we hold it
Every last data molecule's locked down and double bolted
Storm your local area network and fold it
Autograph your IP, track it and decode it
Spyware's got you kiddies begging for bandwidth
You’re sittin' with some Autobeats you know you can't stand with
We're sharper than the scissors those little kids ran with
This ain't Space Invaders one life is what I began with
If it were, I'd take 'em out by the pixel
Smack up the beat like my name is Matt Nickels
Pack up your beef, I don't need that stuff
Survive on AC Adapters and dope [bad word] cuts

Real life is a little more than you expected,
Too hectic, got you feeling all rejected [bad word] around spinning like your hard drive's infected
Feelin' disillusioned, down low and dejected
Unaffected, always been to eclectic
Can't believe that crazy cowboy that they elected
Password accepted

We never rock a beat unless it's wholly certified
No [bad word] machine, Grimrock bangs it out live (yeah!)
Don't take it outside like those thugs with guns
Take it to the stock market rockin' mutual funds
See, Powerthighs analyzes algorithms for fun
Spot him at the brain game, man you know that kid won
Dehydration photosynthesis, it's the Optimus
The antithesis of your every day
lyricist who's disturbed, I'm not okay
I got too many passwords in my brain
I need my memory erased, can't take it
I need these data ports wiped clean, left vacant
Can't live another day with this binary code
Cloggin' up my brain, slowing down my system getting old
Give me the alphanumeric antidote
And I’ll swear that I’d delete every rhyme that I wrote
Yo I'd be stoked, I can't write anyway
Melt me down to scrap metal; mold a couple ash-trays
Positronic pathways are getting worn
I'm absolutely certain I'm not getting reborn

Real life is a little more than you expected,
Too hectic, got you feeling all rejected [bad word] around spinning like your hard drive's infected
Feelin' disillusioned down low and dejected
Unaffected, always been too eclectic
Can't believe that crazy cowboy that they elected
We got the fattest pipes, so you're internet connected
Super powered servers we can't leave them unprotected 
Powerthighs never leave the buffers neglected
Password accepted

I'm sick of so many situations that I am faced with
I'm even bored of the [bad word] that I escape with
I clean my face with bleach twice a week
To replace it with fresh untapped energy
Cause I've been there see, I've had no hope
I've sat in the stadium watching people walk home
I've seen life [bad word]  I step up, I cope
I get by, by releasing all these rhymes out my throat
My memory's stuck, leave trails of post-it notes
Filled with disconnected thoughts and witticisms that I wrote
When I felt broke, beaten down, totally stressed out
Think about my life without a mic and there's no doubt
Wouldn't wake up in the morning, I wouldn't eat
I wouldn't take a shower wouldn't blink, wouldn't breathe
Wouldn't skate, drink beer, date, or even think
Slowly [bad word] into dust and just be