What happens to the constellations
When the constellations are not aligning?
And what happens to a conversation
When the conversation isn't worth having anymore?
Sometimes it's like we're trapped here inside
Manicured lawns, manicured lives
Perforated, perfectly blind
Perforated lines
What happens to a generation
When the generation doesn't keep dreaming?
And what happens to a civilization
When the civilization isn't creating anymore?
Sometimes it's like we're trapped here inside
Manicured lawns, manicured lives
Perforated, perfectly blind
Perforated lines
Automation is a great endeavor
But to love the systematic may be symptomatic of