All knowing, lifeless I wait
Watching and listening
Secrets and rumors are the blood in my veins
What you're doing, I know
Who you're with, where you go
You wanna be alone?
I don't think so
In dreams my servants dog your every move
In darkest corners I hit my groove
Information stained with blood and gold
(Not gold but numbers)
Numbers are credit and credit is access
These keys to locks on invisible doors
Swift like light, beautiful, symmetrical
In like Flynn, leave no trace
This is no foot race
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This one was previously published, along with music, and my be found at the Bureau of Control MySpace page (see Introduction comments for a link)
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