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Boundaries of black glass, forged in foundries, compound the gap. Between the teens, glued to screens and the magazines designed to trap. Society’s diseased, the young are seized by fear; their minds about to snap. Worldwide they’re ostracised but in the east they’re falling off the map... Birthrate declining, line the pockets, prime the market, fill the gap. Born torn, raised on porn, pinnacle cynical scorn, panic attack. Anxiety drowns, forced never to frown, medicate and relapse. Always alone, first friend’s a phone, what’s happening in Japan? The straw that slit the camels throat, more lost in the time of the rhymes that I wrote. Nothing to quote, no easy answer, never a clean happily ever after. So many fathers die without sons We built the system now look what it’s done. Money and tech thrown at everyone, see what the fuck we’ve become. The writing’s on the wall, here’s the end of it all. People choked by circumstance, the population falls. Elderly aren’t safe... Without youth to replace, fill the workplace, capitalism is killing a race, pieces fall into place. Hello kitty, sitting pretty, backpack of an adolescent, denied youth, awful truth, adulthood is so oppressive. Raised to work, excel and prosper, kids rebel and go berserk. Left alone the mind it festers, social skills lost in the murk. Love is simulated, sex is simulated, all so fake. Maybe how a country drowns in fucking unreported rape. One in fifteen women violated, going un-debated. Figures paint a pretty picture, justice has been desecrated. I guess we can’t call it the land of the rising sun. Because there are none. Or daughters, It’s self imposed slaughter.. see a future where dating simulations fill the heart. Synthetic intimacy fills a void created by itself. Don’t need no-one else. The screen-lit miserable self. We’ve taken charge of our evolution, technology the solution for everything. No fight we can’t win. Wires under the skin. Do we need connection.. or the grand dissolution? What does it mean to be human?