A poem/song I call "The Need"

Quiet green place, new city spaceOne progressed into an overdone messIndustrial, daft is this raceUsing machines to prevent minor stressTo feel the needAnd claim who you areTo know the needSo close and so farConformitys king of zombiesBlindly chosen to govern the blank onesMiddle class guards him while he sleepsThey prophecize to once cease protectionThe human element, defacedThe open minded, deceasedUnrecognizable traceTo feel the needAnd claim who you areTo know the needSo close and so farSentimental, what are you?Diversity, who am I?Discretion, where is my mind?Why do you feel like a God?To feel the needAnd claim who you areTo know the needSo close and so far