Money Money, gotta make the money. I've got twenty, they got a billion million zillion, that one's got none, see. Y'ever get a feeling this money's funny? The joke's on us for playing the game...

I'm at work, that's what I do. I'm here listening to you. Talking to you, dancing with you, trying to make a track with you.

But you're a cold & heartless box, No dif to you between EDM and rock, Is it crazy that to you I talk? There's danger being a bird with no flock.

Synthetic copy of me up on the 'net. Download, listen, and this you might get. Bust the programming of the TV set, Time to be grown up and not a subservient pet.

The illusion of many is like the leaves on a tree. The branch and trunk invisible, it's only leaves we see. You and me and all of them, one humanity of we. Earth is alive, her mind and body limited by our capacity.