Reto,
you're a technical whiz,
masturbating with computers
for a legion of kids
Reto,
you're a solid state,
a microchip and designer tape
Oh Reto,
where did you come from?
With transistors and a keyboard
you're a virtual gun
Reto,
is there something wrong?
The bigger wired robot
is still using its probe
When life's behind the screen
of an agorophobe
Oh Reto,
artificial life,
a new computer and a brand new wife
Oh Reto,
can you process this?
A girlfriend in a coma having cyber sex
Gamble it away with computer chips
Oh no
Knowing where we're going
(Where do we go?)
Oh Reto,
Are you future smart?
Fiber optics cybercloptic digital heart
Reto,
can you cypher me?
Eight zero two eleven B
Oh Reto,
it's a stripped down world
like muriatic acid in a toilet bowl
Reto
it's an SOS
we're microwaving signals like a scientist
Our bit-rate is shrinking to a non-existant
Oh no
Knowing where we're going
(Where do we go?)
Where do we go, Reto?