[ Featuring Civilization ]
Despondent with a blank stare
I wave my hand but no one's there
Rendered catatonic by
The noise that's used to fill the mind
A droning litany
To ease the pass of time
No more need to be
Alone with what's inside
Echo chambers reinforce
A now long silent source
Fills the void created when
There's no self-reflection
A droning litany
To ease the pass of time
No more need to be
Alone with one's own mind
Pain no more
Never have to fear encroaching idle bore
Fill the emptiness with distraction
Head down and focused on the meaningless
Why fix something that doesn't need redress?
What harm is there creating diversion?
What consequence if introspection
Dies?
We're hypnotized
Drowning in the noise
There is no defense against suggestive voice
Mental muscle won't obey
When it's withered up and atrophied away
