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We are connected to the main frame |
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Connected to the wire |
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Connected to the human brain |
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Of roses and fire |
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We are connected to cyber space |
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Connected to death |
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The only thing we never feel |
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Is the weight of our breath |
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Out here in the country |
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With the night coming on |
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Connected now to nothing |
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Like dogs in a storm |
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Apocalypse is coming |
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Here come the undead |
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Marching in chaos |
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Like the thoughts in your head |
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We are connected to the main frame |
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With our souls plugged in |
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Our spirits are now digital |
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We were electrical skin |
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We are figments of the |
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Internet It's hand reaching out |
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Bleeding through our eyes |
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In the heart of our drought |
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Rob from always on the run is so bad and copy paste is a sin |
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The desert here is empty |
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Our cure is disease |
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Our god is on a screen |
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The sky on its knees |
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The rain of pollution |
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The fog of ideas |
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There is no absolution |
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Just crocodile tears |
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Here comes the revolution |
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No army to beat |
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No big bomb exploding |
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Or cyanide to eat |
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Computer domination |
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A world without bounds |
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A soul in mutilation |
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Like the silence of sounds |
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Here come the revolution |
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Electronically made |
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The death of evolution |
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The humanity fade |
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Humanity fade |
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Humanity fade |
