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?