Sometimes I stare for too long into the sun Until my vision grows grainy with pixels I can feel the dials in my forebrain turn Someone's in there, tampering with the controls Each new day sweeps the boundaries away And I'm left to redefine Where the machines end and my mind begins anew In this place The background chatter is digitally remastered And thousands of lenses bend the light Until riddles are all I can see Each new day sweeps the boundaries away And I'm left to wonder why I should trust anything that I hear, see or think anymore They've filtered and vetted the input I'm getting And cross-referenced it with the finest algorithms Ensuring that all content will seamlessly sync With the receivers they've built in my brain That's the just the way that we do things these days And it's improving at an exponential rate They've made my skull an echo chamber It clangs with thoughts they've designed There's no room for me in here anymore Time to shut up and accept it