The lyrics to a dream.

You plug it in,
The data flows and knows no bound,
You dance to a stream of numbers,
With your eyes closed, you become one.

Who are we but our senses,
Consciousness would remain,
But our input lets us live,
It lets us grow, it lets us be.

In a fantastical imitation
The ants did TCP/IP,
but it was us,
It was us that let it be.

So when you stop and dream
When you fade into the illusion that one day
We'll plug ourselves in for knowledge,
Realize that the words of Neo did just that.

As we grow into a model of our experiences,
Remember that our stream of emotions
is but a mimicry of the input we have seen before,
And that a single song can change it all and more.

Let the words transform you like before,
Let it grow you once more.

For that edge of glory, find my lady,
Or let Mackle tell you more
about the equality of ladies,
We really should let it be.

We intervene in the dreams of others,
Because two thousand years of telephone
Suddenly became the norm because we saw
two towers fall and said no more to sense in law.

Let music save us,
Let it bring us awe.