The End of Ourselves

In the age of information
Rampant lies breed complication
In the age of endless thinking
the lives we lead are ever shrinking

Always counting. Calculations.
All must grow, there's no sedation.
Always further from the science -
if we prove it wrong we are a genius
Sell the lie- it makes no difference
White tie crimes are seen in reverence.

We all fight over nothing - a construct meant to keep us fighting
A mess of made up ones and zeroes.
It's like they think they're super heroes.

In the end it all means nothing
empty life and monopoly money

Oh - they are a virus
Oh - we are the end of ourselves

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