Enigma

We are lost in cyber worlds
Which tantalize, but chill the soul
And weave dreams for gizmo queens
Who keep their hearts in fish bowls
Crypto-currents through streams of code
Which drag our minds through the undertow
Of neon lights and sleepless nights
Which makes us strangers in our own homes

These days of techno-apathy
Administered by little screens
Spare the rod, but spoil the child they say
Take it to the streets
Make them all pay

Cast a vote, or a molotov
Emancipate yourself from the fools above

Social networks will sow the seeds
And reap the thoughts of group think
Like what to say and who to be
And who you want to lead your country

These days of techno-apathy
Orchestrated by corporate greed
Spare the rod, but spoil the child they say
Take it to the streets
Make them all pay

Cast a vote, or a molotov
Emancipate yourself from the fools above

These days of techno-apathy
Indoctrinating all society
Spare the rod, but spoil the child they say
Take it to the streets
Make them all pay

Cast a vote, or a molotov
Emancipate yourself from the fools above



Credits
Writer(s): Joseph Chapman, Joseph Delmatto, Kyle Meese, Saeed Ismail
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