Inside our squalid homes: a safe place behind security doors.nSheltered from all we better ignore: the starving, the homeless, the dying, the poor...nAny utopia only makes us scoff.nIt's all ok as long as all can be turned on and off,nAs longs as we can relax in our comfort zones and explore the world with the remote control.nThis city breathes death and disease.nA dying bastard on a drip.nPart of the myth.nThey have taken whatever they could find: knocked on our doors,nOr krept inside: replacing everything with an image of it.nWho told you that the street never sleeps?nThey've taken everything and sold you ease instead.nNow lean back: All you need is at your fingertips.nPale screen shines down on you.nSniggers and takes you for a fool.nTell me what are you gonna do?nSuck up the praise.nEnd of a meaningless day.nThe next one will be strictly the same.nPlunge in your easy-chair: Salvation is only one mouse-click away