Databend from HiLo by Jack Stauber
Goodnight, little eye.
The moon, the sun descending.
Can I run a lie
Imagine a life as it’s ending
Goodnight, sweetheart.
Thicker thighs for my friends,
Too young too hard.
Imagine a life as it’s ending
I begin to Databend
Nothing in, prize out
I begin to Databend
Not to win, prize out
Don’t show me why
The future life’s depending
on your better mind
cut up and condescending
Goodnight, my love.
Thicker thighs for my friends,
My hopes are above
Where all of your data’s landing
I begin to Databend
Nothing in, prize out
I begin to Databend
Not to win, prize out
