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I was seated in a chair
Observing a cloudy night
Cold wind against my chest

And reflections deep inside
We've been living a sick life
Hollow minds just need to share

No more chats, no more dreams,
Tons of zombies on their screens

But we still can take control, let's get back to old times
Where we used to feed our souls
With discoveries, with insights

There's an emptiness everywhere
Of ideas and ideals
No more sweat for your beliefs

A good picture is “everything”
All the patterns are online
A sea of lies you'll see the clues

No more chats, no more dreams,
Tons of zombies on their screens

But we still can take control, let's get back to old times
Where we used to feed our souls
With discoveries, with insights

But we still can take control, if this all makes sense to you,
stop wasting your time
Don't let them get you mesmerized

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