We are tiny little ants,
Living of plastic chants.
Open your eyes and look closely,
The life you're living is ghostly.
Thy neighbour, you can smell,
Whats wrong with that, I can tell.
Space and time is what we need,
To fully apreciate every deed.
Paying with paper sweat,
And living in hoarded regret.
What are we, but plastic dreams,
Wrapped in radiation screams.