Computers they are never wrong
They let you play them and string along
When you turn your back on them
They will run the death screen again
The drive it states does not compute
The repairman now you want to shoot
You’ve lost your files they won’t come back
You know it means the fan belts slack
You cant reinstall the disk is scratched
You feel your living in a wooden shack
You start to feel the worlds unforgiving
That everyone there owes you a living
You drink lots of coffee and start to shake
You don’t know how much more you can take
Then all is done and all is well
There’s only one way you can tell
Then you plug it in and turn it on
Then all the scary demons are gone