Ones and zeros conspire
A digital funeral pyre
We hasten our demise as we pollute the skies
Reaching for soulless warmth
While we carve our humanity into likes
Have you seen what machines can do
When we tell them to be what we won't?
Can you hear the hum as our feelings grow numb?
This apocalypso is a dance to the death
Too many isolated
So easy to feed the hatred
What have we wrought?
Some things shouldn't be bought
By twos and threes we congregate
Some analog to emancipate
The call is a cry to open our eyes
And look in the mirror again
This wax robotic is starting to wane
Have they heard what humans can do
When we tell them to do what we don't?
Can they hear the voices as we make our choices?
This apocalypso is a dance to the death
This force of five-o always worsens any crime
Punishing the victim and toeing all the lines
Confusion and division a fusion of sedition
This living deadline that we hasten to defeat
C'est la morte c'est la vie?
Have you seen what machines can do
When we tell them to be what we won't?
Can you hear the hum as our feelings grow numb?
This apocalypso is a dance to the death
C'est la morte c'est la vie?
Have they heard what humans can do
When we tell them to do what we don't?
Can they hear the voices as we make our choices?
This apocalypso is a dance to the death
Dance to the death