Welcome home.

Civilisation, the last resort and the predators report for duty. You want it when you want it and if you don't, it won't sway you, say, you a predator too? Some sugar is spice to entice men because men are easily led. We buy electronic genes which seems like a good idea, at the time we buy them everything does.

I trip out on Telstar and that's still orbiting
getting in the circuits to overload its circuits,
and
it'll be made into a song which we'll carry on our backs.

There's no more beatniks, sputniks, peaceniks, there's only nick nacks, tin shacks and old hacks like me,
see, you are a predator, ******* out the marrow waiting for tomorrow, dreaming of who knows?

I watch him as he goes
and then he vanishes
leaving just a chem' trail

all digital footprints erased.