We're radiated we're generated
Variegated and duplicated
Reformulated Body and soul
Laminated plastic matter
Is it getting better or worse?
Is this a blessing or another curse?
Caught in a rapid race of self gain & profit
A chase few do summit, all the rest will plummet
Shame on egotistic sales-men
On man who failed to see
To notice, it's simple, it's final, over
In to a synthetic hell, piles of litter, piss and
Artificial fiber nature will not filter
Abandon abort this anatomic sell
Free the self from the fabric
And all material
A burial of the economic spell
See now clear, the primal logic
All is immaterial
Disintegrated, deteriorated
Evaporated, eradicated
Decontaminated and rid of all
Fabricated, manmade plaster
Is it getting better or worse?
Is this a blessing or another curse?
Shedding all layers, stripping us bare is time's
Evident effect of wear & tear
Out of the organic shell
Mind over matter
This body is superficial only but a cover
Doubt the automatic or dwell here forever
Back to the initial, finger pulls a trigger
A barrier withholding a vast mass of
Axial rooted path ways in its border
No textures yet cover the castes
A spiral emitted math lays in disorder
Lack of order! Random order!
Random order! Lack of order!
I'm made Sick of this disarray