Virtual razor blade.
Kill yourself with a man made
Failsafe. Troubleshoot.
It's time we peel away.
Everyday it seems we bind ourselves.
Locked in our chairs, we all fade
Into a landscape enclosed.
The machine: it ingests our lives.
Believe.
Keyboard.
Who's punching
Your buttons?
We entrust our minds and our pockets
Unto a box. And guess who's listening?
The webs have been spun and we're
All dancing in the silk.
Waiting to be sucked dry.
Yeah, but I'll sign on for more.
Exercise
The possessed.
And at times I get so
Tired of hearing all the hype.
I wish I could feel the
Warmth of a, another body.
To shed this shell of
Bittersweet isolation.
And to think I share this
Chair with so, so many
Eyes glued.
Peel away.
Eyes glued.
Peel away.