They said, "let's go to the teahouse for a drink"
presumably to have some social time
but it's as if reality gave me a wink
since conversing face to face is known as a crime.
I won't lie, I can be guilty myself
checking conditions on the sea of information
yet each megabyte is a sneaky little elf
changing you into a template for automation.
iPods, laptops, our mobile phones
claim to forge between us a stronger connection
it's difficult to realize that we're becoming drones
with our thoughts in the midst of total convection.
The next generation holds the world in their hands
and the clock in the center of our planet ticks
how long do we have control over our own commands
before technology launches its Order 66?