it’s all fake, plastic and gray, in this day and age
the pixels dance, but i don’t watch anymore
my Mac is just my digital whore
life is played out across the gigahertz landscape
emotions go flat, friends turn into text, and people think it’s great
people spend their breaks on cell phones
need a twitter account if you’re well known
and i’m calling ET “find me a GNU home” – over a land line of course
it’s all lifeless anti-social intel chips
with a cell phone and a tablet as the dip
where are the forests in this online world? where is the sky?
and now we’re stuck with this electric pulse till the day we die
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