Letras
We dream that technology will deliver us
We dream of an age of wisdom
We dream yet forget to enjoy this life
It is possible to talk to three
Thousand people in an hour
And never learn the name of one
It is possible to buy your heart's desire
Good or evil, from a musty basement
Hidden away from everyone
It is possible to spend untold hours
In a virtual world where you
Can pretend to be anyone
So much for this age of wisdom
So much for this new religion
So much for technology
I'm not saying it's a curse
But sin twisted this gift into an irresistible idol
Once again, we'll worship creation
Forgetting the Creator
Seeking freedom, power, peace
And not remembering why
We dream that technology will deliver us
We dream of an age of wisdom
We dream yet forget to enjoy this life