Manic Pastime

As the search engine diverts from my command The computer screen is giving me a tan Why are you talking to yourself Where is the one you need the most You know that it all is just for fun So why don't you play along In our spotless cities glowing like a rash It's just another day in a brand new pile of trash Why don't you own it all today Knowing that this is just a game Lost in the dead silence of what you won't bother to say To make it all feel right somehow or to make it go away