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Raised by emotionless screens, blinded and deafened with years,
Finally deprived of empathy. Everything is so cold inside.
Apathy entrenched and the absence of meaning
Divided we fall, divided weâll stay.
Mourning the loss of icons, giving them all away.
Fouling ourselves while we cannot even experience real emotion.
Little comfort, societyâs reward. Donât need, donât want something else.
We remain bound in unfathomable indifference.
There is no soul left here to save
This is our narrow little lives, this is self-isolation
In loathsome avarice, we are condemned.
Walled in by waves of deafening silence
Where does this angst come from ?
Human connections, a pretext for trade relations.
Weâll be the stillborn children of a dream dead already,
Weâll be the countless sleepless nights, the obscene reality.
Little comfort, societyâs reward. Donât need, donât want something else.
We remain bound in unfathomable indifference.
There is no soul left here to save
This is our narrow little lives, this is self-isolation
In loathsome avarice, we are condemned (we are condemned.)
Canât close my eyes on a world that nurtures apathy like it was a virtue. (x4)