you just wanted to connect
but the dim glow and the soft drone says isolation
but your pain ain't a pain
when its trained to insist a deeper intoxication
your gods are gleaming with trust
when its all submit or bust
and alternatives gasp for air
before they quietly drown in a sea of rust
all i wanted was a home and a friend
all i got was an end to the pain
conditional, cyclical consent
to linking systematic chains
no kings in the age of the hive mind,
no foresight in the age of the blind
no consciousness or conscience
intentions or compromise

your leaders all have leaders
followers all have followers
all leechers and no seeds
no pills but we all swallowers

all i wanted was a home
all i wanted was a friend
all i wanted was to be alone
the isolation, the isolation without end.

when the only means of surviving is to sever your own hands

the tightening noose of runaway technology
your solution to a struggle is to struggle endlessly?
consume an empty cure, desire forevermore
the addiction of submission to a self-inflicted war

their infrastructure is a weapon,
we seek their absolute disarmament
unless you're cutting loose their assets
never accept to be a part of it
resistance doesn't end
til the machine lies in wreckage
so lets take the fight to them,
disassemble every weapon

i face the collapse of my deepest compassion
with the best of intent i hold fast to my friends
our collective incompetence harbors no blame
when we're all too ashamed to embody our demands

participation in a massive crowd-sourced weapon
subversion of supplement to subsistence
the consequence of weaponizing
the most positive, healthy social interactions
is a disconnect so deep,
connection begets its existence

fuck your lifelines, fuck your empty words,
fuck your faceless aggression, fuck your soulless comforts
fuck the privilege of distance to those who you would claim as friends,
fuck your submission to adulterating means to meet no end.