Plastic kisses

The magnetic storm can't be more true:
You feed me pompous slogans -
Still I don't hear you.
Blank stares of glass, but I've seen it all before -
The skyscaper's scratch is asking for some more.
Close your eyes, so that I could believe
That neon silence, meant to deceive,
Those plastic kisses,
Burning the swagger bridges.

The first word is what you want,
The next one  - what is right,
The silhouettes of grim won't beat my one-track mind:
The hall's whispers, the wall's cold-ass looks -
The robotics orders, measured by e-books.
Close your eyes, so that I could trust
The metal-grinding breathing makes me disgust
Those plastic kisses,
Quiet mechanism's glitches.
Though I miss those plastic kisses,
The distance stoned in inches.

* - о установках и предрассудках (часто навязанных), которые делают общение и отношения трудными и искусственными. Во многом поэтому приходят в голову небоскребы и стекло