Soul Invictus - Snog

Dark corridor no more

All the lights are on

And no-one's home

Infinite space for waste

The screaming voices, nothing to say

Oh the internet

Will not save your life

There’s no respite

Despite

The hype

Automatic masturbation through a wire

Why do you not tire?

Of perpetual stimulation

The knee-jerk infornercial orgasm

So you preen and you prune

To the empty room

And when the last tree falls

That’s all

Oh the internet

Will not save your life

There’s no respite

Despite

The hype