Technology

We can’t ignore the screen
We care what everyone’s thinking
We’re socially networking
Missing things when we blink
Slaves to our routine
Still we find ourselves sinking
Self image we’re anchoring
To the Kool-Aid we drink

Don’t need inspiration for songs that we’ll never sing
Wasted potential in all of our suffering
We make bad decisions, not making amends
Fake with precision, we’re not making friends
And ironically there’s no apology

They control the world we see
Everything’s cut and pasted
It’s manufactured reality
Writings we can’t erase
Afraid of what we might be
Just talking shit when we’re wasted
Mass produce our mentality
And they decide what we taste

Don’t need inspiration for songs that we’ll never sing
Wasted potential in all of our suffering
Blind to the truth, maybe we’ll never know
Despite all the proof, we’re still part of the show
Oh technology

We lay out our lives chronologically

Where’s my apology?