Artifacial Taste Distorsen

I am the artificial taste's distortion, I write this song for you, my bastard son. A hundred million flies Can't be amiss, The shit is pure bliss. I write this song for you until dawn.

What good is a Leonardo da Vinci to me? A rainbow backdrop is the sight to see! On the screen, some little Pekinese curs Are busy spewing their guts, it occurs. This is what makes the young girls swoon.

Your hourglass is draining, tick-tock, tick-tock, No more videos on your Tik-Tok block. 'Cause you've got no more secrets to hide, On this Earth, only your scum does reside. You're drinking down my filth, my sewer tide.

I am the artificial taste's distorstion, Now you are that too, my son. The smart device and its owner's sway, As is foretold, they both must obey: The total sum of all knowledge is constant, anyway.