Bots & Botox

We used to be real 

Long, long ago 

We used to feel 

Or so I am told 

So I am told 

Speak to anyone in an instant 

Still feel alone and so distant 

The lights are on 

But no one is home 

I’m on hold 

For a real human 

Bots and Botox

Swarming my feed

Can someone tell me 

Where are the real human beings?

Where are we? 

We’ve got survival of the fakest

Fast train is coming time to take it 

Fake it or you won’t make it 

I’m on hold 

For a real human 

Lost in a facade 

Isn’t it an odd 

Isn’t it odd? 

Mirror on the wall 

An image so strange 

We create 

I’m on hold 

For a real human 

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