Tetsuo the Dead Man
Eyes glare at the screen
Self obsessed magazine
It couldn't hurt to turn you off
Pretend that this cord has an end
Appliance built on alibis
Wake up, watch your family die
One picture at a time,
We're creating the final lullaby
Listen
It's the slow steady hum of destruction
Power cord creates a noose
Eat the forbidden fruit
Void receipt for a wireless heart
Children manifest into plastic
Window panes kept so dry
No one sees the frame inside
Holding cell for our apathy
Connect me to the quiet humble earth
Maybe it's true,
I'm just like you,
I just have less to say
I just have less to prove
There's a virus growing in me
All fantasies catered to me
Infinite files
A resignation to empathy
Full of shit patriots
Found the book and rendered it
Leave an impression on your broth
And forget why we lost our jobs
Stare down at your hands,
Watch the keyboard grow within
The creases skin can't cave in
Birth all over again
Become this gargantuan we've created:
Mortal machines
Our DNA has been replaced with binary code
Wake up in space, the world's a hard drive
Crashing, breaking, faking dead energies
Potential got the best of us
We advanced too far past Darwin
And left holes in our humanity
They're full of promises we made before we hated god