Pick up the phone, eight in the morning
Another missed call, three new text messages
And one important voicemail that greets my day
Open up this computer, log on to the internet
Facebook reads 2 new notifications
Myspace has a new friend request approved
These are the technological feeds
Those of which our world seems to be
Slowly attaching to the strings
Television shows another bombing day in Iraq
And IPods play a little too loudly than on the rack
Video games introduce us to our own guitar hero
But these are the things
We can't seem to live without
Living day to day
All the simplicity of our childhood
Thrown away by technological goods
That one day will rule our world
These are the days
In the lives of
Our own generation
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