We're radiated we're generated Variegated and duplicated Reformulated Body and soul Laminated plastic matter Is it getting better or worse? Is this a blessing or another curse? Caught in a rapid race of self gain & profit A chase few do summit, all the rest will plummet Shame on egotistic sales-men On man who failed to see To notice, it's simple, it's final, over In to a synthetic hell, piles of litter, piss and Artificial fiber nature will not filter Abandon abort this anatomic sell Free the self from the fabric And all material A burial of the economic spell See now clear, the primal logic All is immaterial Disintegrated, deteriorated Evaporated, eradicated Decontaminated and rid of all Fabricated, manmade plaster Is it getting better or worse? Is this a blessing or another curse? Shedding all layers, stripping us bare is time's Evident effect of wear & tear Out of the organic shell Mind over matter This body is superficial only but a cover Doubt the automatic or dwell here forever Back to the initial, finger pulls a trigger A barrier withholding a vast mass of Axial rooted path ways in its border No textures yet cover the castes A spiral emitted math lays in disorder Lack of order! Random order! Random order! Lack of order! I'm made Sick of this disarray