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!