Processed personality pumped through wires and chips
Mass communication graveyard, rotting while you sit
For hours at a time shaking keys and hugging screens
The spine obsolete by 2014

You're so connected but I can't get through
The busy signal hums and the static ensues
You're so connected but I can't get through
The class system technological oppression continues

Don't feed the people, but we'll feed the machines
Soon we'll be feeding plastic with people in need
In a science fiction prophecy, we're all trapped in a convenience toy
And we're keeping it virtual, depersonalized and destroyed