AYE I

Connect the connect that is connected

These sweet melodies of wires

Tangled and expired

Give me a switch to inspire

I’ll light up the night and sky

Maybe dim it low to set it on fire

Electric tech has us blind

It is conspiring to turn our minds

If I deaden your phone and computer

Will you turn to smoke and smolder

If I take your lamp and light

Will you turn to grey nothing in sight

Aye I will try but it’s your choice

Whether to guard your mind and sight