Across the sea of emptiness

From an island he glanced

At the funny men at land

With the post-modern hands

Smoke signals hadn’t worked

Let alone all the shouts

No one heard him and through the years

(He’s been wondering about)

Nobody lives without technology

I cannot live without technology

I cannot live with my technology

Nobody leaves without it

(Without what?)

He was getting desperate

Pilling up shit at shore

As if he had the “iShit” from “oShop”

But his heart craved for more

That obsession isn’t hipster anymore

In fact I’d say: It’s mainstream as fuck!

Why must we all have the radio-waves at hand?

(The monopoly laws have made war-slaves out of us!)

Nobody lives without technology

I cannot live without technology

I cannot live with my technology

Nobody leaves without it

(Without what?)

The rich die rich at home

So leave that shit alone

Give all your stuff away

Come on no te hagas wey