OS/3 from Chicago by Isaac Riley

Run, run, an IT world
Can't sleep, can't stand, can't cast your pearls
Distorted is we, as death draws near
All I can see is a red and white sphere

Hope, dreams, another scream
Accidents happen but there are rips at the seam
Hold me down and make me bleed
Why isn't it over? I told you everything

Database, mainframes, computers galore
The information age makes information a whore
A sex-stained, back door, citated scam
It's just another day in the great program

Love me, love me
Hold me until you've done me
Relief from this torture, you can help me be free
Just shut me down and yank out my memory

• Rock
• alternative
• Richardson