Eyes glare at the screen Self obsessed magazine It couldn't hurt to turn you off Pretend that this cord has an end Appliance built on alibis Wake up, watch your family die One picture at a time, We're creating the final lullaby Listen It's the slow steady hum of destruction Power cord creates a noose Eat the forbidden fruit Void receipt for a wireless heart Children manifest into plastic Window panes kept so dry No one sees the frame inside Holding cell for our apathy Connect me to the quiet humble earth Maybe it's true, I'm just like you, I just have less to say I just have less to prove There's a virus growing in me All fantasies catered to me High-res social sodomy Infinite files A resignation to empathy Full of shit patriots Found the book and rendered it Leave an impression on your broth And forget why we lost our jobs Stare down at your hands, Watch the keyboard grow within The creases skin can't cave in Birth all over again Become this gargantuan we've created: Mortal machines Our DNA has been replaced with binary code Wake up in space, the world's a hard drive Crashing, breaking, faking dead energies Potential got the best of us We advanced too far past Darwin And left holes in our humanity They're full of promises we made before we hated god