Blood on the soles of his feet,

Soak up sweat with a credit card, credit card chip,

Don Digital, switchblades physical,

Staring at the critical claim,

Godfather going insane,

Blaming the business of protection on the bread,

Blaming the dead on all the madness in the section,

Sector-related,

The spectre’s all inflated,

The shadow of the brackets round the numbers in your head,

And he’s wearing the suit,

Grey and gold on his wrist,

Step out the whip with a hiss,

Cheer for tacky and wild,

He’s taken hold of the root,

Blinded by the shine off of the glimmering boot,

Step into the rays,

Content for the money for the camera for the pay,

Gauging the engagement as you rage for all to gaze.

I think it isn’t but it really is,

See the Bit Boss, thrashing out his big biz,

See the Bit Boss strutting like he’s Nic Cage,

Snapping like a disk case,

See it but I only want a quick taste,

Wow,

Pluck jewels for the new crown,

Wired up, shocked so I break down,

Fire fast, shots at the old place,

Glow with the light of the billboard now

Cyber strain, on my lizard brain,

I’ve got bots to build, I’ve got feeds to train,

I’ve got posts to shill, keep the lake topped up,

Use my skills for bad, good don’t pay enough,

Good don’t fuck with sleep,

I don’t really win,

Boss wants more than work,

Boss wants blood and meat,

Treat the stack like home,

Don Digital got me feeling alone,

Blood on the soles of his feet,

Soak up sweat with a credit card, credit card chip,

Drip in the eye of the grasper,

Gold sear, crash, brace now for disaster,

Uh, break me out from the desk,

Crush in my chest,

Ribcage burst from the best damn fear of ‘em all,

Pushed from the plane, learn how to fall,

And I see you believing,

Praying for the power to be blind to the feeling,

Demon in the mirror but the lights blown out,

Switch one Bit Boss, swerve the festering doubt,

Defector,

And i see you believing,

He’s gonna see when you’re leaving