Interference… interference… interference Caaareful now— A measured line of reeeasoning… Right at the edge, where everything collapses into digital chaos. Do you think you can keep from falling? I didn’t expect this, but now I feel the… interference… interference… interference. A ghostly mist, Entangled in a web of polyamide. Is this a game, or is it art? It seems it’s already too late— I’ve been caught in the net, And the further I go, the deeper I sink. Being cuuun-ning isn’t the saαame as being smart— Being cuuun-ning isn’t the saαame as being smart— Being cuuun-ning isn’t the saαame as being smart— (Oh… that was close!) Dial tones … dial tones… dial tones— Watch out… a clever little hook. A telepath is on the trail :) I wonder, are there even any rules here? A hint: no compass, but the whole kit and caboodle— I’m sinking deeper and deeper into this rhythm of… dial tones… dial tones… dial tones A ghostly mist, Entangled in a web of polyamide. Is this a game, or is it art? It seems it’s already too late— I’ve been caught in the net, And the further I go, the deeper I sink. Being cuuun-ning isn’t the saαame as being smart— Being cuuun-ning isn’t the saαame as being smart— Being cuuun-ning isn’t the saαame as being smart— (Oh… that was close!) …Not a bad rhythm… …The signal is static… ...Chess, perhaps?..
