Letra de Neal Stephenson

On All Hallow's Eve in Fort Mead In the shadow of the National Security Agency Away in a mainframe, no crib for a bed Born and bred by Propellorheads! Snow Crash ensconced you as a prophet Silicon Valley copped it to profit off it Mysteries with just hints of SF Twists Sealed with a kiss, language virus! The Command Line Is The Beginning, where does it end? Quicksilver writing with a fountain pen Decode and encrypt! Decode and encrypt! And write! Write now!