MONASTERY OF MODEM MONKS

Your avatar is more real than your body.

The music plays whether you hear it or not.

Your digital shadow grows longer.

The music plays whether you hear it or not.

Buffering... buffering... enlightenment.

Your digital shadow grows longer.

Prepare for the coming darkness.

The matrix has you, and it's running Windows 95.

The code is alive and it knows you're here.

Pop-ups are portals in disguise.

The desktop wallpaper watches back.