World fine world

What a fine piece of fruit floating in the dark
dead and empty without the sun
And all topsy turvy without the moon
Fine world where I exist

Fine world fine world
generations in clusters
We've finally evolved adam, to touch the mad screen
We've finally evolved eve, like magpies after shiny treasure

On trains we push in like the desperate robots we are
Our fragile emotions are activated
just because our exteriors are soft doesn't mean were not programed
And just because there exists philosophy doesn't mean we continue questioning

Oh lovely computer viruses do as typically as you do
act as predictably as you act
For no second coming will absolve you from your thoroughly mundane...
lack of true love for life