Splinter

It appears that we have reached the edge
A zenith where the reality of the present and the needs of the past collide
We laboured for pleasures we had but now, exhausted, we settle for "the devil you know"
We are the architects of a vicious circle

We have allowed ourselves to be butchered for a price we just don't care about
And will never understand.
Now, it's distrust in information and fundamentalism of opinion.
Caught in a cataclysm of boredom, with a fanatical devotion to that which does not matter.

Where have we been all this time?
The rise, the fall, the fatal decline.
Waiting for all this to unfold
But in the end the pieces are only as good as the whole