Restless, in convolution
Sleepless, in a survival mode
Jumping into conclusions, I'm hunted
Like a stranger in my own skin
Overworked, within a vacant mind
No more meaning or substance

Living in illusion
The cage of postmodern evolution
While it all keeps crumbling around me
Shaped by synthetic joy
The sole delusion
Is the need for never-ending contribution
To keep the wheels alive

No more empty space
Filled with unfiltered rage
But we just bide our time
We were not built for this
Gambling with the abyss
Now, before it takes us over
Can we burn it to the ground?

Lost in binary wastelands
With no option to shut it all off
Drawn back by the temptation, I'm hunted
Social in isolation
Attention auctioned away for free
Losing colors from the memories
Until they feel like they were never real

Stuck inside an echo chamber
Void of a persona

Living in illusion
The cage of postmodern evolution
The sole delusion

Never-ending contribution to survive
While it's all burning down

We bide our time
In the valley between reality and screen
Anesthetized, while the wars keep raging on