Vegas Red Robot Love Glittering with machine dimension Like a strait line wire Transmitting projections in a perfect cirle Our bed was a wasteland Two cyborgs without a valid connection I tried to touch her holographic face As it fell apart in spark-shower destruction I searched the matrix looking for parts To put her together again But her design was much more complex Than I had seen before An aesthetic of digital beauty That was nothing but electric feel To touch the surface of her gothic-electric shell Would make my program real Intimacy Automatic Touch of electricity Cybernetic Robot Love Turn me on in virtual reality Vegas Red Robot Love Feeling without protocol High-speed connection No IP to resolve We became our own obsessive DNS As if to form a private network The spiders of her heart Accessed all my keywords A three-way-handshake Became the pleasure of the interface Kisses better than packet switching All the poisoned arps died away Virtualized we programmed Shangrala Electric souls becoming Ka Two cyborgs alfoat the ocean-net Tranmission Connected