| Fused and bound, we fuel the frequencies of our
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| Spines, all linked, the data takes its toll
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| Brain shutdown, overrun by the transfer
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| Rage, impulse: the signal takes over
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| Disoriented by the sheer amount, our sensory advance is intact
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| All report for mental breakdown, sort and file the data to extract
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| It’s growing out of control
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| A sensory overload
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| Humanity’s our disease, we seek to find a way out
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| We beg in vain to be free before the final blackout
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| It’s growing out of control, collect our memories to save
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| A sensory overload: networks invade and enslave!
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| It’s growing out of control, the connection we reject
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| A sensory overload, the system crashed: disconnect!
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| Log, filter the floods of information
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| Mined and reaped, grown ready for the harvest
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| Spy/report what’s meant to be alive
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| System crash: all gone to overdrive
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| Disintegrated by the sheer amount, our sensory balance is attacked
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| All report for mental breakdown, sort and file the data to extract
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| It’s growing out of control
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| Collect our memories to save |
| A sensory overload:
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| Networks invade and enslave!
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| It’s growing out of control
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| The connection we reject
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| A sensory overload, the system
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| Crashed: disconnect! |