"(Who are we?) We're a generation obsessed with communication
That can't talk to each other face to face and
Much less touch it, must be radiation
Taught to small talk and hold a conversation.
While cellular phones are killing us all.
We put the guns to our own heads yelling: - "Hello!"
Click, click - a flat line or a dial tone!?
Can't live with the fact we must die alone.
And I ain't know why, no real dialogue?
It's wjat the world's crying for, dying for - high or low.
I'm trying yo.
All from my lyrics to my liner notes - to communicate,
but too many things are in the way.
Technology got me hollerin' yo let's run away from all these apparatus.
We're chatting with gadgets, but drifting further apart from each other
ain't no stopping the madness. No!"

// Looptroop