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We are stuck, no new directions |
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Creators drained of ideas |
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In the age of constant replacements |
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When everything's already made |
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We expand, every inch must be covered |
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Nothing will stand in our way |
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In the age of the greatest delusions |
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Everyone's thinking the same |
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So let your conscience fade now |
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Cause we can never blame ourselves |
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Adaption - nowhere in reach |
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Devastation under our feet |
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Tempting shape and design |
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Desperation - our wills collide |
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Plastic excitement |
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Craving for more, an unstoppable greed |
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Elastic environment |
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For how long will you bend the truth? |
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So let your conscience fade now |
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Cause we can never blame ourselves |
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Adaption - nowhere in reach |
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Devastation under our feet |
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Tempting shape and design |
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Desperation - our wills collide |
