| Ghostly procession emerging from the morning mist
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| Confined impregnable delusion
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| Glued to this dungeon of thought
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| This involuntary isolation
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| Nothing is quite as it seems
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| The great digital congregation
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| Watch the precious sands of time flee from our ignorance
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| Days reduced to captured moments
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| Scrolled away in the blink of an eye
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| A myriad of colour stands inferior
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| Against a falsified world rendered in their hands
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| Slaved muscles struggle to service this repetitive action
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| Sinewy appendages claw insidious voids
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| Flexors are constricted with our minds
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| Awareness is the key to breakthrough
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| Transcending the dull ache from within
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| Watch as the precious sands of time flee from our ignorance
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| The poison with a limited purpose
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| The embodiment of obsession
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| A dominant distraction from the world before me
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| True sign of the times
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| Cradling entanglement
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| Lenses of the ego baring all
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| To those sifting through the echo chamber
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| A thirst engraved into our notions
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| Leaving time honoured attitudes forgotten
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| A sign of ever changing paradigms
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| The shift in coexistence
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| Bleak glimpse of life wasting away
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| Here I am drinking from the same trough
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| Here to savour familiar taste of dirt
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| Thriving from relationships forged from code
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| Here I am drinking from the same trough
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| Here to savour familiar taste of dirt
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| Thriving from relationships forged from code
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| Slaved muscles struggle to service this repetitive action
|
| Sinewy appendages claw insidious voids
|
| Flexors are constricted with our minds
|
| Awareness is the key to breakthrough
|
| Transcending the dull ache from within
|
| Slaved muscles struggle to service this repetitive action
|
| Sinewy appendages claw insidious voids
|
| Flexors are constricted with our minds
|
| Awareness is the key to breakthrough
|
| Transcending the dull ache from within |