Processed personality pumped through wires and chips    Mass communication graveyard, rotting while you sit    For hours at a time shaking keys and hugging screens    The spine obsolete by 2014      You're so connected but I can't get through    The busy signal hums and the static ensues    You're so connected but I can't get through    The class system technological oppression continues      Don't feed the people, but we'll feed the machines    Soon we'll be feeding plastic with people in need    In a science fiction prophecy, we're all trapped in a convenience toy    And we're keeping it virtual, depersonalized and destroyed