Empty eyes
Staring at an endless trench
Bleak white light
Obliterating ancient bonds
Alienating machinery
New-fangled dressed isolation
Psychotic vortex
Creator of illusive bliss
Nothing but husks we are
Striving to feel, wilting inside
Wandering around an infinite
Garden of misery and confusion
And even if you know
You cannot escape from it
Remember you are
PART OF THE MACHINE