In the guise of love They will come for blood With their guns so insatiably The arguments impatiently The bombs they burst, the way they bleed The ardent and impatient, they are striving for a way to know In the rising tide Apocrypha, bag of lies They are listening through the wires So they sucked out all my memories Replaced them with the stems and seeds Of vacuum tubes 'cuz facts are useless In the information age We all long for the moon But everybody's gone too soon We are wrong to assume We're wrong to use it, wrong to use much more than we need They are financiers In currencies of fear With disease of insincerity They occupy the architecture Bound and gagging bone collector Scrolling feeds and info orgies Faith investment, paid in full