Too Much, Too Little - Cryptic Slaughter

Your advancements in technology

Aren’t all they’re cracked up to be

Life gets more complicated

Human knowledge becomes more outdated

Is that what you meant to do?

Use the world as your tool

No room for my own beliefs

This nightmare becomes reality

Too much technology, too little control

Machines replace people, wires replaces their souls

World with little to lose and even less to gain

Time stands still, as the worms eat into my brain

The worms eat into my brain

I won’t be made a machine, I’d rather stay myself

Another number in the book of life

Another robot seeing through your eyes

Time slips by as my mind decays

It seems to get worse every fucking day

You see a country on the rise

What I see is a country’s decline

I’ve begun to see new light

My future dreams are in my sight

You can’t take my strong resistance

I see beyond your shallow existence

With time you’ll control it all

The world awaits on your call

You’ll have the power that you need

For your mechanic society