Digital Soul

Fully charged,
your history tracked,
with scarey hacks,
on mobile apps.
It was a trap,
and that is that.
those anoraks,
are figthing back,
with double taps,
and data caps.
you cry, perhaps
it all feels wrong,
your deets are gone,
and all that’s left are …
Disco socks!

Oh yeah, you stole, my digital soul (you stole, you stole)
Oh yeah, you stole, my digital soul.

Fully conned,
with phishing lines,
and postal fines,
those dirty swines.
it was a trap,
a planned attack.
those anoraks,
are so exact,
with their extract,
no lies, it’s fact.
you cry, perhaps
it all feels wrong,
your deets are gone,
and all that’s left are …
Disco socks

[All lyrics Copyright O.Barron & D.Parsons]