A sea of suits with empty, mindless eyes, swarming like bees amongst their platinum high rise hives, and every single one? Yeah they know their place.
Super latte charged electrons, androids with no face. But only those who subconsciously want to live their lives spoon fed, subordinated, placid, incarcerated, succumb to the machine. I'll tear down their graphs and charts, and take back rational though.
It's not to late to start.
I refuse to live my life homogenized.
I refuse to just sit by with half shut eyes.
I will think… think for myself.