Virtual Muse

My virtual muse Three-hundred mirrors stretched Across this non-existent room This is how we touch This is how we truth A digital ruse Forty fingers click And this must be my cue How I'd like to drip How I'd like to spew Spread my warmth across the vastness Of this pixelated pew But nothing goes through And nothing seems to move you Assume Consume And nothing seems to move you How I'd like to spit How I'd like to chew Through the wires of my upbringing That make me want to prove I don't know how to touch I don't know how to truth And I don't wanna starve my bones On this pixelated pew Assume Consume I could sink all alone in my bed But the net of the net Like a web around my head Keeps my hands From the twist of my thigh From the ink of the well And the wet of the sky I could sink all alone in my bed But the net of the net Like a web around my head Keeps my hands From the twist of my thigh From the ink of the well And the wet of the sky