Hands born for shaping
Lie idle in the glow.
Minds unmanifested,
Untethered from the world we roam.
Lie idle in the glow.
Minds unmanifested,
Untethered from the world we roam.
Screens become the shackles
Or doors into the sky.
They pull the mind to silence,
Or teach the soul to fly.
Or doors into the sky.
They pull the mind to silence,
Or teach the soul to fly.
Alienation Nation —
How does it feel tonight?
High minds ignite the spark,
Integration lights the dark.
How does it feel tonight?
High minds ignite the spark,
Integration lights the dark.
A puzzle split in pieces,
A thousand hands at play.
Each part repeats forever,
But the whole just fades away.
A thousand hands at play.
Each part repeats forever,
But the whole just fades away.
Crowds without connection,
Rituals with no above.
Avatars connecting,
Few hearts left to throb.
Rituals with no above.
Avatars connecting,
Few hearts left to throb.
The ember turns to fire,
It melts the binding chain.
The silence cracks to thunder,
Mind returns to earth again.
It melts the binding chain.
The silence cracks to thunder,
Mind returns to earth again.
The city stands in justice
When hands and hearts align.
The mind ascends in reason
To mirror the divine.
When hands and hearts align.
The mind ascends in reason
To mirror the divine.
Alienation Nation —
High minds ignite the spark.
Integration lights the dark.
High minds ignite the spark.
Integration lights the dark.
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