Curse of technology Ill lust of the west A horde grown insensible Life spent craning of necks Such a wastage of flesh still glued to that screen Our love now mechanized Death of intimacy Morons en masse Granular identities Our double edged sword Plugged in humanity Connected but empty Hollow as prayer False as a psalm You're absent from your present Fear of regrets addicted to staying abreast Cyclops of distraction Clutch the world in your hand Cyclops of distraction Glutton Glutton Maladaptive modern man Whores for convenience Slave to fashion Maladaptive modern man Whores for convenience Slave to fashion Glutton Glutton