When the clouds of despair hover, and the tide of hope is succumbed
When the party is over, and the illusion of reality is hinged
When all is said and done-the power of choice was diminished
The oblivious choices we made, the endless loops was the trade
The loops of our own undoings, the gallotine of belligerent doings
The supposed quench to our subtle appetites, yet dopamine was the sole benefitiary
We sold our souls to the world, the only hope is shoving it back
We had our congruence mistaken for weakness
We accepted the cookies unknowningly, now we pay for our rookie mistakes
Deep within it was involuntary yet inevitable
Chains of bondage, fondling hearts to be susceptible to loops
Loops of profanity, loops of despicable customized algorithms
Beneath the misty obscurity, there\'s a lighthouse in the horizon
Take the route to your right and don\'t look back to save what is left
Opposite is precarious ramifications, worse-you turn a pillar of salt
Better believe it , abstinence makes the heart grow fonder...