| The girls, they don’t love us anymore now,
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| Because we wear black shirts and took a new vow.
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| You can have the whole world right in your home,
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| To redefine and eliminate 'alone'
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| Our tv’s do the jobs of a thousand violent cops
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| Keep us inside while misinformation supplements our thoughts.
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| Our kids know just what they need;
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| More monitors and screens and you tell them you can’t take it anymore
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| But you stay inside and order your food from the grocery store.
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| Your pager, your cell phone, your laptop, your mobile home,
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| Your soloflex, your microwave, your Chinese take out/pizza days,
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| Your suburb, your SUV, your nursing home for your granny.
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| Your problems have all disappeared.
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| Technology betrays your fear.
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| And if I’m lucky, I’ll never have to see another human being
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| Except the guys on my money, the girls in my magazines,
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| The athletes on my tv screen,
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| The people who have sex with me via virtual reality.
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| No garbage man, no postman, no guy from 7−11,
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| No store clerk, no soda jerk, just my companions I plug in.
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| A pyramid for a modern day pharaoh (does it get any cheezer?).
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| The global village can be yours if your modem’s not too slow.
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| And I can thrive and don’t even have to try.
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| Download my ashes in my hard drive when I die. |