Emp-Electro Magnetic Pulse

Digital is the Devil and my Does he revel In the details of sin A vile lottery That everyone will win Big winners All around Clapping happily To the sound Of feeding morbid pleasures In unlimited measures A buffet to be consumed At your leisure Please sit down Grab a plate Gorge yourself On a snack of fate It's a lovely repast Full of hate Plenty to go around To add the pounds And continue to drag you down To the sound Of the bell, buzz, and ding Like Pavlov’s dog You've been trained to listen For that satisfying ring So, you can answer the latest tweet And drop your head to meet That soul sucking screen Filled with programming From the unseen It's sad they have us by the neck And shaped us into a Media seeking wreck Bowing when that yank that digital collar While dangling that virtual dollar With you craving more as you holler Gimme more Without it life is a bore I'm a drama seeking whore Feasting on the endless gore What is really sad about all this Is that we accept it as bliss Instead of realizing We are amiss And lost in a digital fog Stuck in a binary bog Nothing but a robotic cog Going round and round To the sound Of the bell, buzz, and ding Like Pavlov’s dog You've been trained to listen For that satisfying ring Master of it all An empty King Being Human Used to be a thing Now just a temporary fling A waiting room Before the grave Nothing but a digital slave This is what technology gave A spiritual raping Is all the rave We need an E.M.P. To pull the plug And set us free Eric (and sometimes not)