Testo Self-portrait

I witnessed the rise of the machines
An arduous path that has become a highway
Overwhelmed by the pace of progress
We surrendered to our own convenience
Mandatory and addictive, a screen in every hand
Dashing fingers, eyes dilated, wired to the bone
Torn apart and isolated, we walk side-by-side
All alone in the crowd, unrecognized
Awoken by the humming that dictates our life
We are no longer in control
Self-portrait of an existence that was never ours
On the verge of the shutdown

Ironic and systematic, a created cosmos
Betrayed by our own narcissism
Incomplete and crippled by the scourge of each others life
Insecure and sedated, caught inside our realm
We walk these bytes in search for happiness
Preoccupied and bound to our own demise

Awoken by the humming that dictates our life
We are no longer in control Self-portrait of an existence that was never ours
On the verge of the shutdown