Virtual razor blade    kill yourself with a man made failsafe troubleshoot   it's time we peel away   everyday it seems we bind ourselves   locked in our chairs    we fade into a landscape enclosed   the machine it ingests our lives    believe keyboard who's punching your buttons   we entrust our minds and our pockets unto a box   and guess who's listening   the webs have been spun and we're all dancing in the silk   waiting to be sucked dry   but I'll sing on for more exercise   the possessed and at times I get so tired of hearing all the hype   I wish I could feel the warmth of another body   and to shed this shell of bitter sweet isolation   to think I share this chair with so many eyes    glued peel away