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EContent nausea, World War Four, seems like it allA came too soon
EAnother carnage apparatus, such a disapApointing doom
EI've used money, I've used drugs, Abuse body, Aabuse mind
EPeople use such strange excuses, always have done,A no clue why
EMost folks think and some folks know, life's lived least when youA don't let go
EOf a memory, of a dream, like an hometownA better seen
EOn a screen or at a distance, life lived best withoAut resistance
EPeople clicked and people read, 'Modern Life' is Awhat it said
EPretty pictures, pretty lives, I peered intoA once or twice
EI'll go back but not today, it's nice to visit but it'sA hard to stay
EIn the grips of bad dimension, too much data, toAo much tension
EToo much plastic, too much glass, life lived least when whenA fears are passed
EMy friend he won't leave his home, says "I am a bonfire ofA human bones."
EI am a bonfire of human bones, I am a bonfire ofA human bones
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And am I under some spell?
And do my thoughts belong to me?
Or just some slogan I ingested to save time?
This night is missing people
The sea, it had no-one
Hardly no-one, it had shapes, it had light
Some were flashing, most moved
Me, I couldn't look away
But still no-one came or left they just stayed
But they weren't there in the first place
Overpopulated by nothing, crowded by a sparseness
Guided by darkness, too much, not enough
Content, that's what you'd call it
An infant screaming in every room in your gut
Bets strum on an intention but best left unattended
How gathered the pixels in the dust of the digital age to our being
With what do I wash?
Put on some music
My friend walks the same path every day
Steep the stairwell, cognizance to coma
Ignoring best he can
An inconvenient reality
The consequential chore that unfolds in the naked sprint from screen to screen
Scrolling binary ghettos for escape for reminders
And this would be a good idea to free poets
From the back padding dungeons of content and comments
To free artists from empty and vulgar broadcasting ritual
For this year it became harder to be tender
Harder and harder to remember
Meeting a friend, writing a letter
Being lost, antique ritual
All lost to the ceremony of progress
Like the sensual organs removed
They're only weighing you down, you didn't need them
Ignore this part, it's an advertisement
These people are famous, I'd trust them
Protesters stayed home this time around
Some enlisted, some never heard the first shots
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EWell I've been north and I've been south, I've been west andA I've been east
EBeen around long enough to know, life's lived best when Ascrolling least
EJust a broken piece of plastic, just anotherA new device
EJust another nervous habit, one more thing you Ahave to buy
EJust one more thing to replace, one more way to Ablock your face
EToo much data, too much tension, life's lived least when Aless is mentioned
EWasting dollars, wasting hours, wasting talent withA wasted power
ENo one says it but it's known, the more connected,A the more alone
EMy friend stays at the home in the dark, never walks upA to the park
EAlways nauseous, always tired, I am a landmine,A wrong supplier
EI am a landmine
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