Why don't you pick it up?
Write something down
Stay a while and let your mind flow

Hey kid
Put something out there that wasn't there before!
Look up from your hands every once and a while

No I don't think I will
I think I'll run away
In it's electronic grip
Self sufficience please
And get to work

Do you think because I am poor, obscure, plain, and little, I am soulless and heartless?
No, not even close
I have as much soul as you
Yes, yes I do.

This desire for uniformity and control is in a time of ongoing change
So sure, stay in your shoes, don't walk in mine... I'm sure yours won't wear out.

Look up...

God?

...Are you out there?

And then the screen lit up

Here I am,
Your electronic God.
Here to take you out

I'll bring you whatever you want
As long as you stay
And submit to reward
And the big fancy lights

Destroy your mind to feel something again.