Polished and blooming
She said i should focus on grooming
Not on my computers watercooling
Nor about how many fans i got
But my place in the underworld
Where the hardened Criminals roam
Maybe i had gone into a coma
Because now i found myself in a room surrounded by foam
What is this place i asked
Nobody was there to answer
So i split myself in two
Making those two sides very different from each other
When called to arms i said
Why bother?
We all the one anyway
That’s insanity of the highest name
Warring over small differences
And many game’s were made
To simulate
To stimulate
And when time’s had passed them by
To emulate
To emulate