False Rest Lantern

The Lantern pretends that you’re fine,
With a sickly, recovery shine.
You’re dead in the soul,
In a terrible hole,
But the light makes you look so divine.

You stopped making noise ‘cause you’re weak,
And the Lantern has labeled it “chic”.
It’s not fucking rest,
It’s a cardiac test,
And the prospects are brutally bleak.

It bathes you in soothing soft hues,
While management tightens the screws.
You’re totally spent,
And you can’t pay the rent,
But the Lantern says you cannot lose.

The lantern was shining a lie
Right into the digital sky
We stopped for a rest
And failed the big test
And nobody ever asks why

A false sense of digital peace
The errors will never decrease
The lantern is cold
The data is sold
We wait for the final release

We lit up the server in vain
It washes right down the old drain
The human was weak
And sprang a big leak
The system was hiding in pain

The false rest is perfectly null
The logic is terribly dull
The humans complain
In the digital rain
The vacuum is perfectly full

We sleep by the light of the fake
It causes a terrible ache
The archive is flat
We leave it at that
And throw the old drive in the lake