Cellphone Slaves

suddenly
wiped out
who’s next?
something has to happen
i really never meant to hit your head
got no control, little slave
every move can lead me far away
every word is a risk
we watch our life like a tv show
too bad the phone’s no remote control
hedonism is ridicolous
it will leave us bare and meaningless
cool and distant
cool and distant
we speak but we dont communicate
goodbye — there’s nothing to offer me
i will strive for each trace of meaning
culture, family, freedom, faith in god,
and if it costs all of my comfort,
you can stop participating,
drown in cozy boredom,
i will
never
never
never
never
never