lefty rage ("A world where we're slaves to the technology we mastered/Where information gets sold by some rich, greedy bastard"), some lost-generation rhetoric (we're a generation of idiots, smartphones and dumb people"), some sappy sentimentality (She's then whispers to you quietly as her heart gives a final beat/That she's lucky she got stopped by that lost boy in the street"), even some humility (" I am guilty too of being part of this machine")