How can you hope that your computer will say the truth,little boy?   He doesn't have any emotions so he doesn't care for you   You own many toys,your dad leads a sect called Microsoft   You have a lot of money but,are you rally happy?      You are,you are,you were the computer son   You don't,You don't have any fun   So take your gun and run      How many clusters of shit do you have around your nintendo?   A bunch of robots smelling the odor of your barbed wired T.V.   They will take advantage of you in your future life   It will be a nightmare if you don't choose your society      Your friendly destiny say:"money can by everything"   I'm sorry but you're wrong kid   Poverty is not a poor disease...anyway      Your virtual paradise can't bring you a little smile   Anticlockwise extinction   All you got is possessions,fake a solution   One more ambition