Light Pollution

Solaris
There's gentle ripples forming on your surface
Disturbance
You're restless

Orbital motion
Of particles and grains of sand
Is there any meaning in these patterns?

Islands appear all over you
First just a few, then there's more and more
Ripples appear
I see it through
When the fog clears
For a brief moment

The notion that technology equates emancipation
Is a fairy tale
It's quite eye-opening to take a look at history

It hasn't really been so long
Since our communication has become intercontinental
With satellite phones and drones
It hasn't really been that long
Since our communication has gone intercontinental
With cables, phone lines and missiles

We have been getting so very used
To the concept of immediacy
To the point that we have sacrificed
The last corners of our privacy

It hasn't really been so long
Since our communication has become intercontinental
With satellite phones and drones
It hasn't really been that long
Since our communication has gone intercontinental

Immerse yourself in
(Cold white light)
We've lost our shadows
As our tungsten temples
(Cold white light)
Illuminated in a cold 6000 Kelvin white
(Cold white light)
With everything at our disposition
(Cold white light)
We're visible all the time

(Cold white light)
We've lost our shadows
As our tungsten temples
(Cold white light)
Illuminated in a cold 6000 Kelvin white
(Cold white light)
With everything at our fingertips
(Cold white light)
We're always visible, all the time