| In an iteration loop
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| You are a conditional defect and conditioned by modification
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| For any bug, an analogue will be found,
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| But then how to return everything to the original originals (la-la-la)
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| Life is a toy and details
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| The concept is simple, dictated by the players
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| Follow all the rules: just one touch
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| Remember Mom and feed the monsters on schedule
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| In a cocoon I carelessly grow
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| From finite abscess to infinite beauty
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| (aesthetic)
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| To forget and then wipe clean
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| We are a copy of a copy of copies that does not exist
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| Butterflies mutate all into a worm
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| And your full belly of love will work, but in vain
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| (Do not worry)
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| I, copying again, draw
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| A reality that still doesn't really exist
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| all around simulator
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| And, generally speaking
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| You are nothing more than a simulacrum
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| And you are one order of magnitude higher
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| Everything is made for you
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| You are nothing less than a simulacrum
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| Evolution - duplicator
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| Emotions are a surrogate
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| Feeling is a simulacrum
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| Reality is theater
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| And every role on the stage is another simulacrum
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| The era gave birth to talents,
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| And then the talents were changed to the light for a lamp
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| It rarely shines and has completely lost its spectrum
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| (We are in discontact and disconnect)
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| Whoever lacks love will be presented in test tubes
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| According to the creature that will devour us and digest us actively
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| And you, whatever one may say
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| It's difficult alone, in a pair it's disgusting
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| Any variation will do.
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| And still
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| Dismantled, then torn to atoms
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| Any reproduction is a decay product
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| And, by general standards
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| On the toilet seat of the planet just sperm
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| Illegitimate children of the postmodern
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| New world with old textures
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| The game is stuck on an impassable level
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| Author's death
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| Old order, new order
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| Welcome to the simulacrum!
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| all around simulator
|
| And, generally speaking
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| You are nothing more than a simulacrum
|
| And you are one order of magnitude higher
|
| Everything is made for you
|
| You are nothing less than a simulacrum
|
| Evolution - duplicator
|
| Emotions are a surrogate
|
| Feeling is a simulacrum
|
| Reality is theater
|
| And every role on the stage is another simulacrum
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| Everything goes according to plan
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| Crawling on the ceiling of progress to split in half and
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| Channels mixed up
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| People hide their fears under the bed, and monsters under the covers
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| Infinitely long and not knowing the goal
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| Timeless time bomb completes the circuit
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| And every attempt to break
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| Only accumulates reaction
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| all around simulator
|
| And, generally speaking
|
| You, nothing more than a simulacrum
|
| And you are one order of magnitude higher
|
| Everything is made for you
|
| You are nothing less than a simulacrum
|
| Evolution - duplicator
|
| Emotions are a surrogate
|
| Feeling is a simulacrum
|
| Reality is theater
|
| And every role on the stage is another simulacrum
|
| all around simulator
|
| And, generally speaking
|
| You are nothing more than a simulacrum
|
| And you are one order of magnitude higher
|
| Everything is made for you
|
| You are nothing less than a simulacrum
|
| Evolution - duplicator
|
| Emotions are a surrogate
|
| Feeling is a simulacrum
|
| Reality is theater
|
| And every role on the stage is another simulacrum |