Implant Fever

Sometimes I stare for too long into the sun
 Until my vision grows grainy with pixels
 I can feel the dials in my forebrain turn
 Someone's in there, tampering with the controls
 Each new day sweeps the boundaries away
 And I'm left to redefine
 Where the machines end and my mind begins anew
 In this place
 The background chatter is digitally remastered
 And thousands of lenses bend the light
 Until riddles are all I can see
 Each new day sweeps the boundaries away
 And I'm left to wonder why
 I should trust anything that I hear, see or think anymore
 They've filtered and vetted the input I'm getting
 And cross-referenced it with the finest algorithms
 Ensuring that all content will seamlessly sync
 With the receivers they've built in my brain
 That's the just the way that we do things these days
 And it's improving at an exponential rate
 They've made my skull an echo chamber
 It clangs with thoughts they've designed
 There's no room for me in here anymore
 Time to shut up and accept it