Electrical Dawn

Seems like we can't get over it Our lives have become reflections of the electrical dawn Don't ask too many questions The answers may drive you mad The sparks we have seen suggest the power we have become subservient to In a dark room a bulb is lit Eyes strain to read printed matter In the distance the sound of a radio Electrical Dawn Something we must face if we are To continue on As we have in the past The sharp ring of the alarm clock makes us rise from sleep As dawn arrives the current that powers the juggernaut is what we must now deal with In the early morning you can hear soft voices singing Our only hope is to escape Later.... deep within and without those voices suggest other possibilities We must seize upon If we wish to continue onwards as living beings on this blue orb