Hacked apart Splintered into a thousand Glowing pieces of flesh You''ve become so pale Eyes pink and fresh The local died in you When circuits forged communities They put faith out of reach And onto your screen Wireless bodies float No longer ensnared by identity We revel in our anonymous existence Autonomous or automated Rapture is so surreal The pursuit of heresy Even into the solitude of dreams A crippled capacity for inquiry As we say to ourselves Behold what we've created