Eyes glare at the screen Self obsessed magazine It couldn't hurt to turn you off
Pretend that this cord has an end
Appliance built on alibis Wake up, watch your family die One picture at a time, We're creating the final lullaby
Listen It's the slow steady hum of destruction
Power cord creates a noose Eat the forbidden fruit Void receipt for a wireless heart
Children manifest into plastic
Window panes kept so dry No one sees the frame inside Holding cell for our apathy
Connect me to the quiet humble earth
Maybe it's true, I'm just like you,
I just have less to say I just have less to prove There's a virus growing in me
All fantasies catered to me High-res social sodomy Infinite files A resignation to empathy
Full of shit patriots Found the book and rendered it Leave an impression on your broth
And forget why we lost our jobs
Stare down at your hands, Watch the keyboard grow within The creases skin can't cave in
Birth all over again Become this gargantuan we've created: Mortal machines
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Our DNA has been replaced with binary code Wake up in space, the world's a hard drive Crashing, breaking, faking dead energies
Potential got the best of us We advanced too far past Darwin And left holes in our humanity
They're full of promises we made before we hated godTeksty umieszczone na naszej stronie są własnością wytwórni, wykonawców, osób mających do nich prawa.
