We bathe in a high tech glory,
Trapped in your own company.
Relive your short play story,
In games that weren’t enough for me.
There’s got to be more.
Your best friend’s full of numbers,
That don’t call but your always home.
Your right hand keeps you busy,
At night when you’re all alone.
The sounds of life keep slipping away,
It’s up to us to make them stay,
Before these consequences return to strip your life.