Holyman

You click, you browse, and save the stuff you've been downloading for weeks on end
You chill, and while you rest you let your mind find a place to land
And back to work, can't find the jerk, where's the message? My mind's in my hand
You curse, you burst, the worst, then pray for the virtual Holyman

The wire's cut and the waves are coming
Spinning over my head
Dial up for a quick fix savior
To get the message to land

The surf, the flow, it pops, it glows and it leads me to a secret land
You find in just a flash, enjoy yourself with the hologram
Your Tech advanced romance, your systems are bound to hit an overload
The soft is real but makes you feel like your dream's a root cana

The wire's cut and the waves are coming
Spinning over my head
Dial up for a quick fix savior
To get the message to land