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lyrics
Between us just cables
The transfer of data
Consuming corruption
Corrupted consumption
No thinking just breathing
Or drinking or drowning
Or asphyxiation
Of misinformation
But can we choose
To believe our own two eyes
There's nothing left for us
But all the love that died with all the trust
Must we live this way
I swear we're more than just fate or genic code
And what we feel is worth more than what we know
An empty clip and a back-alley bloodstain
Is what's left of my right brain
Extracted conditioned
Diluted destructed
Defeated and worthless
No substance no purpose
When growing up is giving up
Then what the hell was I dreaming of
These compromises don't seem worth it anymore
But can we choose
To resist our master plan
There's nothing left for me
But all the hope that died from all the greed
And I fear it's too late
But I swear we're more than just lost souls and pain pills
And all regret is just penance for weak wills
This sanitized modern life's chipping away
At what's left of my right brain
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