'And my question to everybody else is, is this what we want: to let them get away with it, and to sit back and play with our phones, as this darkness falls?'

This statement occurs 14 minutes and 12 seconds into Carole Cadwalladr's 2019 Ted talk: 'Facebook's role in Brexit-and the threat to democracy'

There was something that stuck with me about 'This darkness falls'.
It lurked around in the back of my brain for the best part of a year as we went through covids and lockdowns, there was the shameful exposure of the shortfingered vulgarian on Capitol Hill. Concurrently my family and I wrestled with the NHS and my mother, trying to find a new way of life for her.
It has not been easy for anyone except the super rich who got richer and if I have learned anything it is about the isolation of the 'cyberconnected' human. In twenty years we started to use a totally disconnected way of communicating. It is not now necessary to be in the same place or in the same timeframe as the people we wish to 'communicate' with.
Habits which have been developing for centuries have been thrown to the winds as we try to be pleased and happy when we see a loved one on the laptop screen. We are not because it is only metal and plastic and five millimetres thick, it is hollow.
Discussing the internet the comedian Rich Hall posed the question: 'Do you think you are getting all this for free?'
Not only are we being offered access to a life of instant angel-delight, but also the internet organisers are making a profit out of us as we devour it. No one is asking for permission to use us as cash cows and potentially exert control except in print so small... And what do the followers of influencers and posters of rubbish such as this think is going on? The problem in that sentence is the word think. We don't because we do think it is all too difficult for us to comprehend which is just the trick of the game.
So let's open another pack of angel-delight and start back at the top at of the page.

Oh...and about the song...
Fairly obviously the lyric is impressionistic and unfettered by any sense or reality as a useful lyric should be. All names have been changed etc... events have been altered etc...