We bathe in a high tech glory,
Trapped in your own company
Relive your short play story,
In games that weren't enough for me
There's got to be more
Your best friend's full of numbers,
That don't call but your always home
Your right hand keeps you busy,
At night when you're all alone
The sounds of life keep slipping away,
It's up to us to make them stay,
Before these consequences return to strip your life