Once I was staring at the floor
While the mouse hole told me riddles
To make up for my lack of vision
And an incomplete CD will become the death of me
Then upon my back there snuck a decision
So much for third person dialogue and parent traps
I had set myself, devoid of anybody to help
But the slot car jumped the gun and so nobody won
And now I'm stuck from wall to wall with boxes full of
Gadgets are breaking into my house
Getting ready to fill the void of all I asked for
And I can't get rid of the mess
But it's my own fault, I guess
My mineshaft bore too much for fruition
While I can only stockpile
My finger on the pulse, the extractions from my new tradition in
Gadgets are trying to wear me out
Adding up on the hour and I can't take much more
The man in the light blue lab coat said
That I really ought to take a step outdoors
And my only stumbling block
Is that I won't possess a home to crawl into anymore
With all these gadgets
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