what have they wrought from screen to self electronic malfunction the strange opinions from foreign lands the tumbling waves of complaint from lonesome men you let them into our home you let them into our home you let them into our home boyce or boice or old laptop ink cartridge that dial up smut your secret lovers exist as numbers you let them into our home you let them into our home you let them into our home boyce or boice or they know our movements they own our failures your brain in pocket eats it up destroy the gateway bind them up break the circuit cast them out bind them up remove the fire from thine eyes please 1