when all those electrons are scattered into space,
that’ll be the end of me.
that’ll be the end of me.
You know I always say that I
agree
when you assure me that I’ll see God’s face
when my computer is done scanning and repairing Drive C:
when you assure me that I’ll see God’s face
when my computer is done scanning and repairing Drive C:
But I can count to way past 3
while I’m sitting here on my dead ass,
wondering if the end of me
while I’m sitting here on my dead ass,
wondering if the end of me
has come so quickly, like a
thief
in the night—departing in no haste
because it has to finish scanning and repairing Drive C:
in the night—departing in no haste
because it has to finish scanning and repairing Drive C:
And the question is, can it ever succeed,
now that I’ve disappeared without a trace:
the virtual end of me
now that I’ve disappeared without a trace:
the virtual end of me
has come, to what purpose I
can’t see,
because I don’t know God’s bit address,
or if They're the one scanning and repairing Drive C:—
what may remain of me. . .
because I don’t know God’s bit address,
or if They're the one scanning and repairing Drive C:—
what may remain of me. . .