Staring at the screen, a digital iris
Contracting the fever, the collective virus
Myopia is the new golden standard
The questions were many, but the answers were bartered
An echo chamber built of polished glass
Watching the ghost of the city pass
Each one for themselves, and all for no one
All for no one
Each one for themselves, and all for no one
All for no one
The vacuum is hungry, the narcissist is fed
On the dreams of the living and the silence of the dead
Fragmentation of the soul into a thousand bytes
Obsessed with the hollow glow of neon lights
Look at the center, the hub of the wheel
With nothing to offer and nothing to feel
Each one for themselves, and all for no one
All for no one
Each one for themselves, and all for no one
All for no one
The center cannot hold
The story has been told
In the mirror, only white
In the vacuum, only isolation is a temple
The machination is so simple
Each one for themselves, and all for no one
All for no one
Each one for themselves, and all for no one
All for no one
No for no one