State of the Art

I had somethin to offer
I had somethin to say
Before my apathetic mind
Took my point of view away
Like a condominium of useless information
The quality of life has been compromised by technological gentrification
There goes the neighborhood, still got the Greene's and the Brown's
But once the computers moved in the brains moved out
They had a welcome party invited everybody
I couldn't connect cause my signal was a little spotty
I asked a server toesh my cocktail
He said he'd send a link to the recipe via email
So I just stood there lookin at my cell phone
Waiting for the link to hit I realized I am all alone
At home in my underwear could swore I was there, I was there, I was there
But I didn't go nowhere

One part information two parts self promotion
Three parts isolation, isolation, isolation
One part information two parts self promotion
Three parts isolation we're at the mercy of the state of the art

I had a memory, if I remember correctly
I never walked around feelin so empty
Holding my blackberry like it was my best friend
My best friend miss you love you press send
How I ever got from point A to point B is beyond me
Must've used telepathy when I met with somebody
On the corner of a street runnin twenty minutes late
Did they just stand there and wait patiently?
I don't remember a thing, before computer technology
Was integrated into me

One part information two parts self promotion
Three parts isolation isolation isolation
One part information two parts self promotion
Three parts isolation we're at the mercy of the state of the art