Sometimes I feel I belong in a different home

From the ones in the pictures,

Where the words and the letters are removed

From the meaning that they form

Drifting on an empty mind

Sometimes I fear I don't feel anything at all

When the truth

Of the matter is it's just getting flatter

As I drift on the river of a storm

Drifting on empty mind

And you alone could see it

You alone could see it

Of all his many vices, the worst by far was his addiction to devices.

He would sit in his lair all day long, scrolling, trolling, liking, fighting...

In blocked capitals he would shout at strangers with avatars of cartoon dogs.

He became radicalised, hypnotised, terrified and blunt.

He would actively seek out those he disagreed with most, and even when he tried to limit his screen

Time, within minutes he would be back in minutes, YOU ARE NOT THE AUTHORITY ON THISMATTER!

The madness led to insanity and eventually the plot was lost.