| Jacked in, live a thousand lives by wire
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| She’s there too, line command desires
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| Lessons taught not learned, walls go up higher and higher
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| Dining on plastic, as fansasies catch fire
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| If only… I could climb through that window
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| If only… I could connect the dots
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| If only… I could be there
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| If only… only… if only
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| Isolate
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| Prisoner wired
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| Electric dreams
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| Wasted sky
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| World of yes or no: microchip dripping acid
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| Zeroes and ones — psychedelic, and drastic
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| Pirate copy life, a soul without a home
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| Wander technicolor lands, conquer like a ghost
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| Reality is a virus drowning in excuse
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| Information poisoning — narcotized, and useless
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| To dream penchance to live (unplug me let me sleep)
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| Funhouse mirror algorithms count electric sheep
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| Interactive fairy tales — all this, and nothing
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| Multipin snake, silicon fruit for the tasting
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| A catalog of dreams; |
| painting over the windows
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| Machine ex machine down a pixelated rainbow
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| Too much is nothing nothing
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| Too much so much, and nothing
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| Isolate
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| Prisoner wired
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| Electric dreams
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| Wasted sky |