Dallas Drake

Virtual razor blade

kill yourself with a man made failsafe troubleshoot

it's time we peel away

everyday it seems we bind ourselves

locked in our chairs

we fade into a landscape enclosed

the machine it ingests our lives

believe keyboard who's punching your buttons

we entrust our minds and our pockets unto a box

and guess who's listening

the webs have been spun and we're all dancing in the silk

waiting to be sucked dry

but I'll sing on for more exercise

the possessed and at times I get so tired of hearing all the hype

I wish I could feel the warmth of another body

and to shed this shell of bitter sweet isolation

to think I share this chair with so many eyes

glued peel away