LYRICS
GEEK SPEAK
I send a smile meant to conceal
All of the things I really feel.
Instant message emoticons
Are just an emotional con.
Now don’t you feel just like a fool?
When you’re not here, I see through you.
You can text me in cyberspace,
The only way I interface.
But fear not how I represent,
The stories false until I print.
Then lies subside, becoming truth.
On the InterWeb, who needs proof?
I have turned off my emotions,
Now your smile seems corrosive.
It comes across in free form text,
To read intent I tilt my head.
The image winks, flashes a <grin>.
I love this world that we pretend.
We are not what we imagine,
Hope you aren’t some psycho shut-in.
Is your story as false as mine?
On the Net we are all divine.
Should we play with identity?
I’ll become you, if you’ll be me.
Do you babble incoherent?
CamelCase with hash variant?
Wingding font, so 1990…
I used it once, don’t remind me.
It’s a dingbat who writes in code,
Three point one four, Pi a la Mode.
I have turned off my emotions,
Now your smile seems corrosive.
It comes across in free form text,
To read intent I tilt my head.
The image winks, flashes a <grin>.
I love this world that we pretend.
You can sext me in cyberspace,
The only way that I relate.
No STD, but still viral.
Descend further down the spiral.
In me you’ll find your truest friend,
The stories false until I send.
All of the things I really feel.
Instant message emoticons
Are just an emotional con.
Now don’t you feel just like a fool?
When you’re not here, I see through you.
You can text me in cyberspace,
The only way I interface.
But fear not how I represent,
The stories false until I print.
Then lies subside, becoming truth.
On the InterWeb, who needs proof?
I have turned off my emotions,
Now your smile seems corrosive.
It comes across in free form text,
To read intent I tilt my head.
The image winks, flashes a <grin>.
I love this world that we pretend.
We are not what we imagine,
Hope you aren’t some psycho shut-in.
Is your story as false as mine?
On the Net we are all divine.
Should we play with identity?
I’ll become you, if you’ll be me.
Do you babble incoherent?
CamelCase with hash variant?
Wingding font, so 1990…
I used it once, don’t remind me.
It’s a dingbat who writes in code,
Three point one four, Pi a la Mode.
I have turned off my emotions,
Now your smile seems corrosive.
It comes across in free form text,
To read intent I tilt my head.
The image winks, flashes a <grin>.
I love this world that we pretend.
You can sext me in cyberspace,
The only way that I relate.
No STD, but still viral.
Descend further down the spiral.
In me you’ll find your truest friend,
The stories false until I send.