Chorus

You, bring me back from the brink

Away, from the abyss in which I’d sink

I must lose myself in action lest wither in despair
And return to arms on the temporal lair
Verse 1
Everyday facing the music
Trying so hard not to lose it
To byte sized models we are reduced
By an algorithmic serpent slowly seduced

Give an inch and they’ll take a mile

But we sustain the fakest smile
A Thalia mask for the world to see

Obscuring the face of Melpomene  
Verse 2
Though feeling discharged we’re constantly wired
Bored of the things that we once desired
At the end of the rainbow is a crock of gold
A secular salvation so I’m told
Techno Trojan horse in my head
Disguises the leaches by which I’m bled
Innocence taken, virgins groomed
Product placement, all consumed

Verse 3
Deity seeking in the digital divine
An SOS for a meaning online
To make us more than we pretend
A binary grave into which we descend
The friends like feeling that we strive
To make this screen become alive
So here I slay a sacred cow
In the paradox of the here and now