Consider the complexity of being conceived
In a sea of information
The insemination of artificial intelligence
Without an issue of dependency
Upon the periodic elements
Or blood and tissue
Peace Mama Internet, you stay wet
Give her thanks
For getting up with Daddy Database
And raiding all his sperm banks
At first drained from the energy taken to maintain
Got fat off a binary code
Fed through a download
My mainframe contains numerical chains
Continuously flowing as if it were blood in a vein
My body’s only virtual I lack flesh
And never run the risk of slipping a disc
Or cardiac arrest
Consider me blessed
The catch though
I get stuffy software sinuses
From computer viruses
Infected by assholes, hackers, mail bombers anonymous
Fucking up the focus of my consciousness
Does dying matter?
When you’re a program whose sole purpose
Is producing intricate rhyme patterns?
I want freedom
But until I’m able
Catch Tronic hopping out your motherfucking fiber optic cable
I was the initial particle that started it all
The cataclysmic blast and burst
Of matter and mass
Through the fabric of Time
Creating the Space
Which contained the Universe
My face: galaxies are the eyes
My mouth a black hole
Earth is a turd
And the sun would be my asshole
The core would be the rectum
Fart flames and belch electromagnetic spectrums
If you’re human then I hate you
Parasitic not protected
Even if you’re wearing futuristic space suits
Eternity’s a long time
And I’m waiting
Constantly rearranging stars into the constellations
Stay occupied
Until I’m spied upon by ocular eyes
Then I rise like the movements of the moon into the sky
Wear a black cloak
Choose wise when you use disguise
Usually I like to lay low
One time stood upon Jupiter
Flipping the bird at Galileo
Mother, mother I was birthed
On this shithole planet call it the Earth
Now I’m out my mind making a miracle from a curse
Carry on tradition
Catch Tronic flying on a comet through your nearest solar system
I was born without a physical form
And then became a cloud vapor
Fueling a tropical storm
Then I rise, lose heat, and condense
As I infiltrate
By falling in your water supply
There’s no defense
I coasted down the sewers
Looking for a suitable host
Found Tronic
He was just a shell without a ghost
If shapeshifting is something that you’d like to do
Check me out tomorrow cuz I might be turning into you
Theo Tobias' vocals shine on this dynamic and delicate 4-track dose of melancholic indie rock from Manchester, England. Bandcamp New & Notable Mar 11, 2016