Slip back into the stream

Empty your mind and dream

Of a borderless plane

Let me push you insane

I’m the salt in your field

The fire to the wood

The distortion of real

A whisper “you should…”

Now your defense melts away

It’s time for my stay

Your wish my command

I merely serve with a hidden hand

You’ll have it all:

Nothing

It’s the perfect price:

Everything

Words and numbers on the tip of your thumbs

Count yourself against the crowd of people

Living for your silicon eyes

An entire missing generation collapsed before your feet

Where did we build this artificial god?

Now your reach continues to pierce the sky

Sectioned off and quarantined from on high

Why couldn’t you just follow the simple rules

Infinite love and chances yet you act like fools