Through a tumbling mistI reach the enigmatic conclusion
A title, a name
A position or rank
Nothing is given to me
I want kudos and fame
And lots and lots of friends
And mostly, I want everyone to know
That I've reached Insanicon
The ultimate mental acheivement
Nothing comes close, so we ignore the others
I think therefore I think
But thinking will be man's downfall
Spare yourself and stop pondering your existance
Realize that Chicago is burning
Los Angeles is the land of the dead
And New York is becoming another planet
America is lost, has been for so long
It's too late now, no turning around
The world is a stupid place
Come one come all
To the Insanicon
A place where your satisfactions are replaced
by those of Digital Master
And your will is no longer your own
Your mind is just another rusted, rotting pawn in the long struggle
And you'll give in... you WILL give in
Because you really, really want to
A computer is no longer that
You computer is your friend, your buddy
Your slayer
You're in for it now, compadre
Because you've entered the Insanicon
A horde of lifeless electrons
Spinning and twirling through a thin wire
Is not all that it seems
Say goodbye to your brain
Your eyes and tongue
And submit to the total control of Digital Master
Because Everyone is doing it
And because it's a lot of fun
AUTHOR: Coyote