Resurrect Dead on Saturn!
Man: I am, at least, I think I am, Therefore, I must be!
Machine: Of cause you are my bright little star. You’re miles beneath piles of your forefathers fruit! And now to suit, Our great computer, you’re magnetic ink!
Man: I’m more than that! I know I am! At lease I think, I must be!
Mind: There you go man, keep as cool as you can! Face piles of trials with smiles! It’s riles them to believe that you precive, the web they weave, and keep on thinking free!
:The Moddy Blues
