| Eyes glare at the screen
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| Self obsessed magazine
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| It couldn’t hurt to turn you off
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| Pretend that this cord has an end
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| Appliance built on alibis
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| Wake up, watch your family die
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| One picture at a time
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| We’re creating the final lullaby
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| Listen. |
| It’s the slow steady hum of destruction
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| Power cord creates a noose
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| Eat the forbidden fruit
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| Void receipt for a wireless heart
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| Children manifest into plastic
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| Window panes kept so dry
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| No one sees the frame inside
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| Holding cell for our apathy
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| Connect me to the quiet humble earth
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| Maybe it’s true, I’m just like you, I just have less to say
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| I just have less to prove. |
| There’s a virus growing in me
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| All fantasies catered to me. |
| High-res social sodomy
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| Infinite files. |
| A resignation to empathy
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| Full of shit patriots found the book and rendered it
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| Leave an impression on your broth
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| And forget why we lost our jobs
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| Stare down at your hands, watch the keyboard grow within
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| The creases skin can’t cave in. Birth all over again
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| Become this gargantuan we’ve created:
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| MORTAL MACHINES
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| Our DNA has been replaced with binary code
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| Wake up in space, the world’s a hard drive
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| Crashing, breaking, faking dead energies
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| Potential got the best of us. |
| We advanced too far past Darwin
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| And left holes in our humanity
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| They’re full of the promises we made before we hated God |