System Preferences

Tried to erase what you saved in the front of your mind
 But it's not what you thought it's a permanent line
 And you moved it around from the front to the side
 Of the middle in the back of the corner aligned
 With the rest of the times that you figured were gone
 From the drive but they're not they're still plenty alive
 And they haunt and they haunt playing tricks on your eyes
 Like a grade school science fair champion prize
 The effect was a pepper's ghost visualized
 Too young to see the relation and why
 Right click right now writing everything off
 All the warnings that came down from the tip of the top
 Now you drip and you drop at the scene of the site
 Like it's your system preference
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 Patience boy cause satan's all of the time
 Everywhere that you look even when it's benign
 And he still just waits in the queue of your head
 As the line wraps around every corner and then
 Gets burned in your memory every time
 Gets burned in the screen of your favorite eye
 And don't worry bout space or available bytes
 There's a billion more things you're gonna save