Everybody's got soapboxes in their back pockets
Umbilical links to power sockets
Acting so shocked at the slow progress of their causes
As if virtual words could descend like rockets
Identity age has given way to wage slaves that crave the stage
Construct them from the confines of an online cage
The only book you reads a feed on a screen filled with meaningless drivel
Your brain lies shriveled
All these glass house stone throwing saints
Every acquaintance a prophet self proclaimed
If Sisyphus gets sick of this his mission will be stolen
Throwin' hissy fits and sippin' fifths it get our own ball rollin'
Sissies piss in the abyss thinkin' this is how we get growin'
The seeds of our beliefs finally feigning fruition
Siftin' through the symptoms searchin' for human conditions
But the cancer surrounds
No answer is found
No stance is profound
Just dance to the loudest sound
What we got's monotony
Rottin' for monopoly
Zombies of technology
Trottin' towards the top of the
Cliff but we miss the whole point of view
This shit is a diss on the whole point of
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