A Pint of the God Machine

A pint of the god machine Surfing the digital space drifting and sifting throughout the net to find the key and yet it never appears so as I might fear there is a fee to pay for knowledge little universe in a box and I’m trapped in a state of mind I cannot describe strange and stranger still yet there is a way about machines I don’t quite understand, as I’m sitting in a space of not my own creation being yearned on by beats I did not breath life into, and still yet I drift and pseudo-surf throughout the space of cyber and I’m lost I cannot find my desire