I could write a whole book about how I hate you...

We take comfort in artificial beings,
Because they gave us the illusion of knowledge,
But we have parasitical relationships,
that cripple our values.

Evergreen turns into silver,
soon we'll forget the sweet vision of it.
While trying to touch the sky,
we broke the ground.

We became intertwined with wires,
that show us false realities.
We became blind to the truth,
to the sins we've committed.