The steel box reminds me of myself
The way it moves and never looks back
This is reliable in it's skin, it's nature
They fill up our heads with their image
Now it carries mine
Aging messages carried from far away
Look, civilization exists somewhere else
And the voice it carries with it isn't beyond my voice
It's a constant reminder:
EVERYTHING IS NOT OK
It makes us question why?'
Whats Wrong?'
What We gonna do about it?