Death of the Timekeeper

Counting no hours
No point but the present
Just zeros and ones
In a veil of misty blur
All proceedings just seem to reoccur
Everything not mechanized
Everything not automatic
Has gone or continue to fade
Under this shelter that we have made
There’s no heart in the chest of a droid
No life in the deep of the torrid void
Denied the concept of linear time
No dusk or dawn nor bells that chime
The light like silky sand in my eyes
Noone ever laughs and noone ever cries
Everything is mechanized
Everything is automatic
Or gone or continue to fade
Under this shelter that we have made
Never feeling a need to question
Like a jam of mental congestion
A marching frontscreen perception
Naked faces and full frontal deception