Metallic Aftertaste
Metallic Aftertaste they ask me about life N so I tell them - life-- went from a free zoneNow? we're all attached to a cell phone tangled in headphonesbut STILL don't know the number to call home BROKEN soul and empty streets we roam beep beep beep you're approaching a danger zoneproblems bigger than the hole in our ozone Cuz we're drowning in This constant buzz of machines and dronesOur joints used to creak and groan But now it's something else hurting more than our credit loans We were young, and now we've grown And to this metallic aftertaste- we've become immune and prone And it's our hearts that creak and moan As gears shift and metal cranks a clean slate but our hearts blank surgeon said it in the news electricity is cut and we've lost our fuse living with a permanent bruise... We went from fancy thrones--to mere words on a phone We are all diseased with contagious Selfie Syndrome lost in a time zonebegging for a minute loan but every.! time.! i call.? i hear the dial tonemeaningless conversation and filters of a frigid zone---So we ..?, trudge straight on without a care a cold stare robotic glaresurrounded by static air Cause our screens became extensions to our beings As we lost connection with our feelings In humane humanity Surprised? Don't blame me Feel the destruction in your pockets Burning holes right through your sockets damaged and lost hopeless and we forgot Now we’re all emotionally impairedZombie apocalypse and no one's prepared Genetic Mutation, everyone's turtles in shells in secret lairs And no one's aware of outside and who, what, and where So step out of this hellish nightmare Shed this mask and outer wear succumbing to the oppression of suppression not knowing the duration of this damnation stuck in pixels with no salvationtrying to live up to society's expectationsassimilating with no hesitation why don't we question this act of aggressionit's a compression of free will expressionthis is not progression its regression!sweeping the masses in a wave of depression living for likes --- dying over dislikestrying to achieve a beauty that's not even life like take a break, numb that dull acheput down your phone and make a cakenot for mine but for your sakethese pixels have intoxicated you to a heartache Doctor said it on the radio We got Cold gray symptoms of a metal heart Can't stop this plague once it starts Slowly being ripped apart cuz.this. L-E-D radiation is abuse But with these mug shots called selfies -..We only have ourselves to accuse.