Generation I

Spreading like a binarial disease;
These self-appointed, self-assured
solonauts fire mercilessly.
Secure within this dark carnival of
humanity's most wretched impulses.
Drawing power from the screen.
I digress between convulsions.
I digress between convulsions.
Beneath a veil of obscene characters.
A credential list of hacked addresses.
A background check outsourced abroad,
A thick smokescreen of marred dexterity.
We're generating 'I! I! I!'s and 'Me! Me! Me!'s
with apples in their eyes,
That manufacture 'Why? Why? Why?'
and 'Please? Please? Please?'
for a stone tablet devised to be bigger than We.
Generation I.
I, I, I.
A premature display of uniformity
with just a password as protection.
A stifling of the senses.
Subliminal regression.
Advertised appeals towards depravity.
We're generating 'I! I! I!'s and 'Me! Me! Me!'s
with apples in their eyes,
That manufacture 'Why? Why? Why?'
and 'Please? Please? Please?'
for a stone tablet devised to be bigger than We.
Generation I.



Credits
Writer(s): Blain Fitzpatrick, Dean Blackwell, Grace Baker, Simon Blackwell, Thomas Friggens
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