Rows of homes filled with empty souls
Staring into screens feeling nothing at all.
Your electromagnetic field entangles with mine and we make static.
Unrecognizable white noise.
Us humans have lost our magic, and funneled all the love into sparkly toys.
I become blind staring at empty screens all day
As the white noise bubbles up and takes over the night.
It’s gonna be just fine, maybe
Because we’re a sea of robots, baby.
Driven by our empty screens and electronic hearts.
It’s all right, maybe, nothing hurts when you’re numb, baby.
We’ll travel the white noise into the night, with our Electromagnetic fields set for just right.