Our existence is broken.
All we see is the red lights flash,
metal in the sky and land.
The crackle of the silver static screen;
which plays, day and night. night and day.
It powers us
but, to the point where
it's all we rely on.
So, do we feel alive?
Just pick up your thoughts and hear them scream.
Just close your eyes and see how you want to live
in all your precious dreams.
Your only escape.
But, what we live through right now
is only the beginning of
the bleak, bleak endless cry.
Our worst nightmare has come to life.