Technocrat - Prey for Nothing

Wet wires circled around your neck

Sewn into the vision you forsake

And as you clear the fog around me

You’ll find a new obscurity

A requiem for the initiative

A charge to keep against all which is offensive

Upgrading amok, as luxuries breed

Technological fumble in immortal speed

A vow of obedience is programmed in a card

I play the last of options, and the final note is hard

The random lights and cryptic writing spell the coming end

Of all that is humane, and what you’ll never understand

By the future you once own

Stolen by the neon pantheon

You’ve divided and you conquered well

Led every single brain to fail

The engines of comfort moan with a sigh

As another victim falls prey to their lie

Unreachable memories of days long past

In a giant machine never built to last