A trickling spine reminds us
What's been taken away
We've neglected love
For self indulgent decay
Somehow we've learned nothing
Shocked by the price to pay
False acceptance
Ignorance with unhinged rage
Parasites thought
That they could feed on our will
Built on a foundation
Of instant thrill
Restraint is something
That we've labeled "weak"
Without a screen to hide us
Afraid to speak
We can not coexist
One can not be divided
Obsession with the self
"Procrasturbation!"
Awards all trophies to your shelf
"Must be strange...
Living in a bubble...
Watching the ever changing world outside...
While your environment...
Remains mostly stagnant"
Keep stroking keys
Of your ego machine
Emptying the cache
Of accountability
Wrapped up in the comfort
Of anonymity
Intelligent belligerence
Behind a screen
Wanna cut it out
But it's behind our eyes
And we want it all
Because it's all customized
Insecurities keep us blind to life
Sheltering ourselves by avoiding strife
Self righteous
Always right
Always right...