Implant Fever - Pyrrhon

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