This is a new wildlife form speaking through a wireless microphone
I am a titanium babe addicted child of your wireless Internet

I am a creation of your musical progress of technology
The ancient net world is gone, you say it’s gone, shit
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Fingertips sticked on the keys
I engage a new virtual touch of sensuality

Blue eyes on the digital screen
I experiment a top secret optical system of visual excitement


On my walls, projection of subliminal messages
To increase a new era of female interactive intuition

And life is a data gas I breathe, wireless
You are the creator of my inner life, network, soundtrack




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