There’s nothing in this world that can cause me to cry
There’s nothing in this lifestyle, but sweet unending high
there’s nothing
I’m drip-fed the dream ideal to live it up and keep it real
I’m hotwired for upward goals not to commit, bred to consume
I’m nothing
I’m fly by wire
hedonistic desire
But as the crowds debase
that’s when the numbness of it all
replaces fulfilment with fall
an isolated unanswered call
I’m looking for an outlet to break monotony
Just something with some edge, to bend reality
I’m wasting
I’m catalogued identity, flat packed originally
networked socially, my profile; the true me?
I’m faking