In Loathsome Avarice

Raised by emotionless screens, blinded and deafened with years
Finally deprived of empathy
Everything is so cold inside
Apathy entrenched and the absence of meaning
Divided we fall, divided we'll stay
Mourning the loss of icons, giving them all away
Fouling ourselves while we cannot even experience real emotion
Little comfort, society's reward
Don't need, don't want something else
We remain bound in unfathomable indifference
There is no soul left here to save
This is our narrow little lives, this is self-isolation
In loathsome avarice, we are condemned
Walled in by waves of deafening silence
Where does this angst come from?
Human connections, a pretext for trade relations
We'll be the stillborn children of a dream dead already
We'll be the countless sleepless nights, the obscene reality
Little comfort, society's reward
Don't need, don't want something else
We remain bound in unfathomable indifference
There is no soul left here to save
This is our narrow little lives, this is self-isolation
In loathsome avarice, we are condemned
Can't close my eyes on a world that nurtures apathy like it was a virtue