Social Simulation

I survived another day in the matrix  
A three-dimension prison for the minds of the servants  
Material conquest chokes the life from the conscious  
When objects hold more weight than personal content  

Another day passes in the simulation  
Inspiration that used to surface now sinks in a saturation  
Of devices that divide us and distract a generation  
Sold on a lie cleverly disguised by its presentation  
 
Silicon and circuits that circumvent our deepest needs  
But we pay the price to be gratified immediately and it isn't cheap  
An illusion of connection that only breeds isolation  
This vice traps us in its vise until we start making changes