Machines of our Machines

Bathe in the past while skyscrapers close in around you.
False kingdoms containing flesh coated animals killing to win at life.
Shake off your doubt and back in line with your accomplished cells.
They scramble towards a picture proclaiming "Starve a child, feed an S.U.V.!"

We'll keep splitting hairs until we're comfortable with our heads.
And looking away from what we don't want to see.

We speak in ones and zeros
Because our heads are made of glass
Fall back into the water
Fall back into the past

You see the eight legs approach yet you still do nothing
You heard the distant gnashing and you know it's coming
How long 'till someone does something?