chasing this tale

Like a digital plague of locusts swarming over fertile land
Like Frankenstein's monster in the palm of our hand
Our consciousness the stone tool of an age that's yet to come
Prediction engines shaping us
Our spirits going numb
How do we stop time
lose track
take a minute?
How can we pull back
stand still
claim a limit?
Chasing this tale to the ends of the earth
Will the winner take all or the last be the first?
As we 're free falling over cliffs of history never faced
The irony of progress as it becomes a losing race
How do we stop time
lose track
take a minute?
How can we pull back
stand still
claim a limit?
Chasing this tale to the ends of the earth
Will the winner take all or the last be the first?
Can some magical thinking alchemically burst
so the story is told not of death but rebirth?