The world is changing,

No one seems to know why.

Lost in the realm of celebrity and machine

Afraid of losing the love,

Of things they don't need.

A lost generation trapped in the web

A million lost ideas dieing in their heads.

No reason to learn for it is already done,

No reason for living because watching is more fun,

The space race ending in a lack of pride.

No tears shed for troops coming home.

Because the lie will become clear

Better to sit with the eyes on the screen.

Better to have the ear buds grow.

Better to talk with thumbs.

Nothing in the closet little ones to fear,

If the artist dies were they ever real?

If reality is phoned in with commercials,

Is this the true end of all?

In a silence because we don't hear the screams.

For the soul is lock inside the machine