We speak the language of the Combine,

Repeating the same stories.  

We ask Google when in doubt and

Work hard to capture moments we’ve yet to live.

We lament “disadvantages” created by privileges,

While brothers and sisters in Syria die.

We create robots, self-driving cars

As millions become jobless

Under a sky that is about to die.

Yet, we’re proud of our Evolution

As we become slaves

To the Combine.