I am losing my grip on this part of me,
It falls to the dark areas of my memories,
Blurry vision, I see only what I wish to see,
The old me remembered only for its glory,
Remembered only for its victory,
How simple the closed mind seems to be,
Not tied down by complexity,
So much easier to think of others as the enemy,
Easier to hide behind this technology,
Since it gives me everything that I need
What reason do I have to grip to my humanity?

Like sand it slips through the cracks, it lacks the ability to entertain me,
As I let go, surrender myself, so too go all of my worries,
I am glued, addicted, distracted from my company,
And from the other disturbing thoughts that dwell within my psyche,

I think, I am losing something.
But I have no time to comprehend it,
The injustice that I seek must be corrected,
It is they who are wrong, they are defective,
The ideas that they spread, I fear are infectious,
If they cannot conform, they must be rejected,

We are correcting an unhealthy part of us,
Progression is the only acceptable action,
A powerful network of likeminded people,
Our numbers will confirm the truth in our beliefs,
Our voice will speak as one,
United we are powerful,

We are the collective, resistance is futile, you will be assimilated
I am losing my grip on this part of me,
It falls to the dark areas of my memories,
Blurry vision, I see only what I wish to see,
The old me remembered only for its glory,
Remembered only for its victory,
How simple the closed mind seems to be,
Not tied down by complexity,
So much easier to think of others as the enemy,
Easier to hide behind this technology,
Since it gives me everything that I need
What reason do I have to grip to my humanity?

Like sand it slips through the cracks, it lacks the ability to entertain me,
As I let go, surrender myself, so too go all of my worries,
I am glued, addicted, distracted from my company,
And from the other disturbing thoughts that dwell within my psyche,

I think, I am losing something.
But I have no time to comprehend it,
The injustice that I seek must be corrected,
It is they who are wrong, they are defective,
The ideas that they spread, I fear are infectious,
If they cannot conform, they must be rejected,

We are correcting an unhealthy part of us,
Progression is the only acceptable action,
A powerful network of likeminded people,
Our numbers will confirm the truth in our beliefs,
Our voice will speak as one,
United we are powerful,

We are the collective, resistance is futile, you will be assimilated

the birth of a jackal, the polarized junkie