All the worlds come splintered
And lives in little packages
So secure - so...
Safe in your bubbles
Your sanitary universe
All the minds come splintered
And do we care?
Curing the absent malaise
Actualizing our own demise
Procuring a bedlam of artificiality
In a pandemoniac ocean of empty
All our hearts came spintered
And dare we not to dream them anew.
