The illusion of suppressed suffering

We have a natural impulse
to alter our dimension.
We're clever craftsmen
we've created careless conveniences.

We're young and we're still naive
as can be about ourselves.
We've adapted to complete dependency
brought up that way since infancy.

We redesigned devastation
down to the dirtiest detail
to "enhance" our experience.
We tried to silence suffering which
in turn caused so much buffering
resulting in absolute confusion and despair
deeply disturbing us.
Does the destruction distract you,
Distract you from being?

Young blood, will you ever end up seeing?
Young blood will you ever end up seeing?

We looked into the wilderness and what did we see?
We saw forests to fuck up
"Start with that tree"

We drilled down past the waves
and unacknowledged the spills.

We stared into the soul
of ourselves
as we invaded the Gaian landscape.

Through the fog of fixation filling our heads
we fear functioning without our meds.
Can't think straight without that fix
we long to find
and the illusion of suppressing suffering
smothers us.

Is it ourselves we are freeing?

Young blood, is there a chance
you'll ever end up seeing?
Young turks, will we end up seeing?

"Hey siri, use my brain for me"
one more question
with synthetic solutions.

People, invoke some independency
before we fall back into infancy.
Everyone else is doing our thinking for us
as if they do
any thinking of their own.

We fear feeling forgotten as we
 advertise our egos
behind screens
 in one collective machine.
            One collective machine.

We announce our presence
behind the illusion of suppressed suffering.
We hide our shame
behind the illusion of suppressed suffering.
We live within
the illusion of suppressed suffering.
We lost sight of the light
behind the illusion of suppressed suffering.