Overinformation explodes in our eyes
This screen burn our days
Giving us false comunication

All bows are weak
Sharing feelings through a lot of codes
Our hearts and senses are cold

We can really feel trough this pixel world?
Can we really express something when we can't see through the eyes.

We're killing ourselves to fit in a mold.
There's no real emotion in this place
We're killing ourselves to fit in a mold
There's nothing pure in this place
Real feelings do not exist in this place.

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