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