the digital system
all you see around you, just fantasy
nothing seems real just take aways
everyone's feeling some past screen
all they seem lost in some fantasy
never seem looking for a truth
never to know just what seems real and what's illusion
always a willing participant
slave to the digital system
all that you love will be presented to you
nothing presented nothing too ugly
the brutality of lifestyle leisure
and the chaos of living all shuttled away
everyone's looking and laughing
always so nervous projecting
never wanting undue attention
but fighting for something so lost and forgotten
everywhere you look a fantasy
blood on the streets beyond belief
loving each other to the point of hate
everyone can't equally make an escape
all the nights that I left you off
didn't seem to really try at all
all these emotions seem to try to love
no one can feel just digital simulation
everywhere you look a party scene
so so so happy in their private screens
look how it feels for a scene
all these advantages to being in that scene
no one can feel looking in a daze
no one will know what you thought away
even when you try to relate
no one can see you digitally
everyone loves you to be enraged
no one wants you to play the game
oh cry me a river and go cry to sleep
this digital happiness is incomplete
