Modern Beauty (or is it?)

O, 'tis the song I am listening to
that tells me of purity true
and a ruler that such purity fuels
and which I stop listening to.
See a metal flower bloom and
Ipods play a merry tune,
While laughter echoes
in the recycled towers
and then I think of life back then
Men, even girls, lived in dens
and the sky was blue
and all of this was true
and as I close my eyes
and look up to the skies
I see
What true beauty means to be