Crashing static in the pan Morning breeze makes me cry It's here again and I feel it Coming through torn jeans and holes in my pride Light shines through birch trees And I know that life Exists outside this net of technology I must slip through before I die Everything will work out in the end Whatever that means Maybe love is peace Maybe death is meeting our friends Maybe the end is synchronicity Sometimes I remove the wires Ignore the notifications Tell Mom the end may not be desire But maybe it is reconciliation Plato and Professor Tolkien Tell me life is at the end of my journey Logic's Orcs revel in the machine And roots more than dragons rule our story Everything will work out in the end Whatever that means Maybe love is peace Maybe death is meeting our friends Maybe the end is synchronicity