Can you fit inside my pocket
I want to keep you close
Holding memories for profit
Precious moments are exposed
Virtuality incarnate
Shaping minds predisposed
To existing as the target
With their history disclosed

The prophets are now profiting
And idols make us idle
Is anybody questioning
What it will take for our survival

The best and all the worst of us
Is now stored and used with purpose
We are the main commodity
The centre ring of a tech circus
We
       Look
                   Down
                                Daily
No one is not affected
From the very old to very young
The blue light has connected
It ***** us in and ***** us dry
Our animation now suspended
Bodies growing sedentary
Brains have been apprehended

The prophets are now profiting
And idols make us idle
Is anybody questioning
What it will take for our survival

Can you fit inside my pocket
I want to keep you close
Never take you for granted
You’re the one that matters most