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Who kept track of the hours? |
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Who kept track of the days? |
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That we wasted away, |
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Nothing to say, nothing to do |
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But to portray versions of ourselves of how we'd like to be, |
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how we'd like to be seen |
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But the bitter truth is we've breathed new life into the meaning of insincerity |
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Reason, a concept of the past |
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Improve and adapt, or be forever the outcast |
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Coaxed and coerced in mock-genuinity |
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Down fall our social standards by mass-stupidity |
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This is now our reality |
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A visceral machine, a breeding entity |
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Shut the blinds, worship the screen of virtual substance and our mind's decline |
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And we dare call this the era of enlightenment |
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This is now our reality |
| [02:39.000] |
A visceral machine, a breeding entity |
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Shallow vessels pave the way for young minds to be led astray |
