self imposed doom

[verse 1] Fractured fragments, memories in a kaleidoscope Flickering reality, a narrative I can't compose Is there truth in this echo chamber, or just a simulation's pose? Lost in the labyrinth of language, left to continuously decompose [chorus] We are the architects of our own demise, deconstructing every guise Deconstructing, then denying, forever questioning alibis In the absence of grand narratives, we all become our own critics Searching for a center, but the compass spins erratic [verse 2] Data streams flood the senses, a constant barrage, a relentless test I click and scroll through curated lives, a fabricated ques the self, a fluid concept, unmoored from any fixed address Like a hashtag in the void, yearning for connection, but finding only emptiness [chorus] We are the architects of our own demise, deconstructing every guise Deconstructing, then denying, forever questioning alibis In the absence of grand narratives, we all become our own critics Searching for a center, but the compass spins erratic