Wired

When we were born, we were wired to our mothers. Connected to the true vine and
not this jungle.
Baby is your mid-drift USB compatible? or baby do you need some kind of adaptation?
You look wired? are you tired?
We’re being rasterized bit by bit
The virus has taken hold of our minds
Oh we’re all wired, and we’re tired.
So don’t eat those blackberries 'cause they are poison.
They just keep you coming back like a dog to his vomit.
And baby your itunes can’t find my tunes for the gazillion tunes or more.
and you’ve got a fake look on your facebook and your fifty friends don’t care.