We suffer through a time of digital friends debating inclinations
Video games supplanting the true life they are forsaking
Social-media addicts lost in Real-TV relations
Despotic Ultra-Hi-Def lives; Are they real or are they faking?
Preachers and porn stars
Salvation via credit cards
Teachers gone too far
Innocence lost in the school yard
(No, it's not for me)
Once upon a time I formed a calculated dream
I could have sacrificed this world for you
I formulated techniques to enclose my little scheme
And waited years without you
If PayPal is your best friend for vicarious fornication
Disconnect from the media hub to diminish consternation
Rock stars and cop cars
An antidote for the mundane
(For those without a brain)
Once upon a great while when I can slow the pace
To contemplate what we have not done
My intentions diminished, I've fallen out of grace again
Wasted "Seasons in the Sun"
Now I'm spawning ghosts for later
In the chance we will meet again
Better safe than sorry
Than to lose love on a whim
For one more chance to be with you
I would do it all again
I will bide my time
I am spawning ghosts for later
A little part of me for you
I'm spawning ghosts for later
I will bid my time in the real world