My brain's wired perfect. Master of mathematics.
All these circuits, its a circus. The castor of half this havoc
gets faster and that's magic that's captured as time elapses.
This information sits in waiting at the tip of my tongue,
as I exhibit wicked ways, one point and click and you're stunned.
Evolved from basic. Often tossed in offices, basements.
Locked in and caged in the oddest off all locations.
Have caution I'm hot as satan, with lights and microchips
In a metal box that is painted nice. You fight the itch
to hit the switch, your lust for technology gave me life.
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