Reto, you're a technical whiz   Masturbating with computers   For a legion of kids   Reto, you're a solid state   A microchip and designer tape      Oh, Reto, where did you come from?   With transistors and a keyboard   You're a virtual gun   Reto, is there something wrong?   The bigger wired robot is still using its probe   When life's behind the screen of an agoraphobe      Oh, Reto, artificial life   A new computer and a brand new wife   Oh, Reto, can you process this?   A girlfriend in a coma having cyber sex   Gamble it away with computer chips, oh, no      Knowing where we're going   Where do we go?   Where we're going   Where do we go?      Where we're going   Where do we go?   Where we're going      Oh, Reto, are you future smart?   Fiber optics cybercloptic digital heart   Reto, can you cypher me?   Eight, zero, two, eleven, B      Oh, Reto, it's a stripped down world   Like muriatic acid in a toilet bowl   Reto, it's an S.O.S.   We're microwaving signals like a scientist   Our bit-rate is shrinking to a non-existence, no      Knowing where we're going   Where do we go?   Knowing where we're going   Where do we go?      Where we're going   Where do we go?   Where we're going   Where do we go?      Reto