Cybernetic-Generation (A Face That Does Not See)

We create our own worlds, quickly becoming a brand new abomination

We isolate, and condescend, rapidly becoming a cybernetic-generation

The masks we wear are so pristine

The smiles we flash are so plastic

The beauty we proclaim is so obscene

We shut each other out, and stare into a dancing fire, with great speed we fall from the sky

We retreat into ourselves, knowing that no one can understand, we hide the tears we cry

The lies we tell are so white

The stories we tell are so loud

The lights we hide are so bright

We write our suicide notes in binary and scream out for some sympathy

We shake our heads at those in despair and jeer at the lonely with apathy

The way we speak is so cold

The lives we bend are so lost

The lies we shout are so bold

We sing our bird song like some warrior's final breath

We look into empty mirrors thinking we can cheat death

If there is no fire in it, we will not burn

If there is no life in it, we will not feel

If there is no reason in it, we will not turn

If there is no blood in it, we will not heal