Soul Invictus

Dark corridor no more
All the lights are on
And no-one's home
Infinite space for waste
The screaming voices, nothing to say

Oh the internet
Will not save your life
There's no respite
Despite
The hype

Automatic masturbation through a wire
Why do you not tire?
Of perpetual stimulation
The knee-jerk infornercial orgasm

So you preen and you prune
To the empty room
And when the last tree falls
That's all

Oh the internet
Will not save your life
There's no respite
Despite
The hype