Tupperware Prison Palace -

Fortune fame the measure of progress

What’s it worth if it can’t be seen

Bring forth your goals dreams and your bullshit

You will find your true face with every post you spam

What this leads for most?

Likes and shares our own personal red carpet

Bring fame to me but don’t expose the sadness of my true life

Is there no way to share and isolate myself from everyone

Might as well just join the race so no one thinks I am dead

Do I exist if no one sees?

Don’t look at me

So I will just be the ghost in the machine the antisocial king

Build your own celebrity while we disintegrate

In a tupperware prison palace

Live your same old pathetic life

But still feel the need to publicize and glorify

The death of true connection

Pain is felt in volts

Emotion only touch

Forced display of vanity

The glaring screen stares back at me

I lost my voice in a frenzy of typing

Is this the resonance of the time?

Image crazed, pornographic raised

Children of the infomercial, cyber-virus found a way to be selfish and relate

Delayed responses, misinterpretations, endless distractions

But I can totally hear what you are saying

Can you send it in a text?

No one will be noticed or remembered for anything in social network scheme

What seems important is only a fleeting shimmer in binary time

Ejaculated on our faces

Socially pressured into permissible intrusion

Lets create our own vision for the world to see

Because no one wants to see the real me

Live your same old pathetic life

But still feel the need to publicize and glorify

The death of true connection

Pain is felt in volts

Emotion only touch

Forced display of vanity

The glaring screen stares back at me

I lost my voice in a frenzy of typing

Is this the resonance of the time?