Generation of One

Dystopic television
Message boards and PS2
With viral marketing unbranded anticool
They’re evangelizing you

Postmodern sophists spinning
With pyrotechnic background screens
Talk show hosts crucified they die to save our souls
Twenty-first century angels

You’re all alone 
You’re in control
You weave a future from your home

You’re all alone
You’re in control
A dialectic neutral zone

Me, I’m a second older
My life’s already obsolete
Cool hunters nonchalantly showed me to the door
Flirting with relevance no more

[Think I’ll pack it in and buy an iPod, 
take it down to L.A.
Find a place to plug it in and try to catch up, 
join the brand new day]

If history is over
You’ll never have to think or dream
What use iconoclasm if icons are so cheap?
Download your gods and go to sleep

~ 2003