The electric words pulse, a digital rhythm.
The digital surge continues.
The tide ever living.
Our digital tide – that art in silical heaven
Hallowed be thy frame
Give me these words – my daily thread
Thy words be done – on the digital plane
Give me thy life – lift up my dread
Give me thy pulse – lift up my head
And pulse through life – through life
Through all that is real – all is knifed
The world flickers – that corruptible wire
The world blurs – that fighting virus
The world ticks and static washes us all – the fight for life.