Open the door
And step into the sterile air
Of the new world
Omnipresent
Fluorescence and plastic
Covering up any comfortable surface
A certain purposelessness
Within every action
A perpetual drone of escalating tension
Its deafening reverberations
Numbing all senses
The intent of sentences
So incoherent
Apparently we haven't
Learned how to function
Without endless consumption
But never fulfillment
Everything smells like
Mosquito repellent
Everything tastes
All the same to you
In this dismal drift
Into dementia
As we all die
Inside this dystopia
Where some go without
Clean drinking water
And others grow grass
To golf in the desert
It's a dissonant hissing
Persistent and piercing
And when soft sounds are made
Nobody listens
Insects and toxins
Inside of our organs
Original vision
Drowns in distortion
Born to an ocean
Of noises and mirages
And millions of different
Disappointments
And millions of different
Disappointments
So close the door
And retreat to the safety of your bedroom
And try and focus on
How good it feels to lay down