hypnotic patterns overlay this world asleep
as merrily we idle by
symphonic in its artificial beauty
ringing 'till the beauty dies

immersed in hyper-contrast constructed reality
so distanced from the grays between
dependent on their vibrant representations
so cold to touch what once was 'real'

these sullen solid subtleties
our imperfectly wonderful in-betweens
oh, how I miss the pain
our efforts all in vain

Plugged in to this sonic simulation
Reperforming indignations
So hollow yet I feel
These aren't my wounds to heal

So fractured this, my inspiration
This stolen tryst with revelation
To whom may I appeal
To warrant this ideal?

This frozen broken amalgamation
Of empathy and desperation
Oh, how I miss what was once at stake
Our efforts for their own sake