Eighty-four

Slaves with artificial feelings
Engaged in a technologic war
Rage, the past controls the future
We’re back to 1984
Heroic cowards, lacking self-esteem
Lost in the present, so they rewrite history
Mephitic grapevine, hooked into everything
Look in their eyes, and see inside machines

You can turn your back on the past, until it’s in your face
History retaliates

Erase, terminate the target
Change how they identify
Sheep, dressing in wolf’s clothing
Invade with artificial lives
Prophetic footnote to blind hypocrisy
Rewrite the timeline but what will the future be?
They set no limits to the depths of their conceit
They have become machines to judge humanity

You can turn your back on the past, until it’s in your face
History retaliates