| I witnessed the rise of the machines
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| An arduous path that has become a highway
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| Overwhelmed by the pace of progress
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| We surrendered to our own convenience
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| Mandatory and addictive, a screen in every hand
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| Dashing fingers, eyes dilated, wired to the bone
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| Torn apart and isolated, we walk side-by-side
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| All alone in the crowd, unrecognized
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| Awoken by the humming that dictates our life
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| We are no longer in control
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| Self-portrait of an existence that was never ours
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| On the verge of the shutdown
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| Ironic and systematic, a created cosmos
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| Betrayed by our own narcissism
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| Incomplete and crippled by the scourge of each others life
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| Insecure and sedated, caught inside our realm
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| We walk these bytes in search for happiness
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| Preoccupied and bound to our own demise
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| Awoken by the humming that dictates our life
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| We are no longer in control
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| Self-portrait of an existence that was never ours
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| On the verge of the shutdown |