the luddite

Programmed children stare with vacant minds
Pixilated landscapes fill their eyes
Interfacing clouds, binary brains
Grotesque applications numb the pain
Algorithmic memories fill the air
Girls with psychic implants in their hair
You can see it growing everywhere
Cryptic messages sent from coded brains
Memory cells are useless just the same
Thought you'd never come down from the trees
Range-Guides soon arrive on Death-Machines