Drugging your vein,
With technologies fame
And day dreamers mundane,
For the sight it gave.

Relieving the pain
Or ignoring the pain,
And hiding the true pain
Driving you insane.

The trail of thought.
All those thoughts
That you strive to gain,
To fit the drain
That dries your sane
And guides you astray.

Catch that trail,
Get that train.
Burn that plane,
That you strive to gain
For it's to blame.

At the brain,
Robot so frail,
Aim your crane.
Alarming you sane.