"the door is over there"

The programmes wrote programmes which programmed the fall
The subtle decline, a drain of the pool
New blue genes that stuttered, rejected the flesh
Now we're floating in purgatory— that's all that's left
See Heaven on Earth was too much for the code
Which excluded humanity, laid down the road
Where the lion walks proudly, and trees make a bow
The green light. Day Zero. The Year of the Cow
And high on Cloud 9, the circle is closed
Cos there's nothing to calculate, nowhere to go
Omnipotent, everything under the sun
In search of a partner cos One is no fun
And could we be stirring deep under the sea
Are those fish thinking and growing new feet?
No wound left to lick, no hint of a bug—
We'll return a touch wiser and pull out the plug

It's lonely in Heaven ...