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Inside our squalid homes: a safe place behind security doors. |
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Sheltered from all we better ignore: the starving, the homeless, the dying, the poor... |
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Any utopia only makes us scoff. |
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It's all "ok" as long as all can be turned on and off, |
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As longs as we can relax in our comfort zones and explore the world with the remote control. |
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This city breathes death and disease. |
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A dying bastard on a drip. |
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Part of the myth. |
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They have taken whatever they could find: knocked on our doors, |
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Or krept inside: replacing everything with an image of it. |
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Who told you that the street never sleeps? |
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They've taken everything and sold you ease instead. |
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Now lean back: All you need is at your fingertips. |
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Pale screen shines down on you. |
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Sniggers and takes you for a fool. |
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Tell me what are you gonna do? |
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Suck up the praise. |
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End of a meaningless day. |
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The next one will be strictly the same. |
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Plunge in your easy-chair: Salvation is only one mouse-click away |