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Death like resurgitation

Trust in a box of sand

That appears for make your trends and behavior

In your constant illusion of isolation

Video Politic is your faith, your moral

Your thrust, your guide for nowwhere

For nothing,

Your life, your muse

But you keeping choosing you don’t care the... ¡Epistemology of...

Hey you! The bombernaut begins injected

In your veins in the form of newness

Deciding what is true, what is not

Gradually shaping your opinion

Question everything all you see I will make you believe that you do

Ignore your sense, just buy my truth, the only truth

With strikes of bad news,

I mold your world

With a full lobotomy, I mold your thoughts

If you are and will be ok Don't care about your inner search,

Your inner question,

Knowledge

And natural thinking of selfcare

But if you wait for me an answer

Or the result for anyone

Maybe is the wrong way to your path

We are just a portion of the engine

Who believe in the constant Searching obsseded

Say their names

Say their fucking names

Epistemology of news