Testo Lost In Digital Woods

Don't wander off
And don't wonder why
For no one is coming
After all your confidence
It's of no consequence
As you kiss the finger
Of this ghastly tired mess
Did you find the signs were there? Standing out, screaming loud
Well, damn you're certain damn fuss
And damn you're without a care, air
I'll stand, I'll stand
And raise this fucking hand
But I'll never ever tell you why