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Is this coming through? Another broken transmission?
Am I connected to you? Or are you lurking in suspicion?
I can't remember before the ones and zero's… our fixation.
No need to walk out the door. All the factories churn information.
I am losing my faith in any way out of these tangled wires.
Everything we held close, out in the open… my identifier
We sold our souls in the promise of something shiny, of something new. Drowning in the consumption, the isolation, and it will turn on you.
This machine controls you. You will do what you're told to.
Stare into the glow of a thousand conversations.
Not sure we will know the extent of our aberrations.
Words fall like snow into a sea of frustration.
We reap what we sow and are watching falling nations.
I am losing my faith in any type of a greater good.
We just keep talk-talking and yet nothing is understood.
Are we headed down the path for which we have been forewarned?
Drowning in consumption, and our hatred of the unadorned.
This machine controls you. You will do what you're told to.
In between the firing lines, you ignored every single sign.

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