The cave makes us feel at home
We cut down trees so we can grow
Destroying nature is a sign
Of our weakness
Appall me with apologies
Pave the way for their machines
Fear can trigger a response
In animals
Appearances deceive
Even the brightest mind
Unprocessed and relieved
I kneel before the shrine
We were never born
And we're not real
We're just a figment of
Of the machine!