Why is it?

Why is it i no longer see the destiny of man
But the source code of an impervious future
Or the vanity of a culture that has perfected itself
And taken the credit

Why have you forsaken me with this vision
Existence condemned to a single thought
Futility that inspires repressed animal aggression

What force drives the trivial motion of your incognizant machine?
AEM sometime in the late 1990s-early 2000s