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Sickness! that spreads through your digital lies

Infected! the truth that you despise

For your eyes without a screen,

For your mouth without your phones,

No freedom, mindless drones

Computers made flesh



When you think you're free to make your mind

Its only prelived by my own designs

This idiot box that you won’t leave behind

Propaganda that infects it binds

Misery loves company jilted society

Dreaming in digital screaming in binary

Find the illusions that binds

Find the sinners that grinds



Tell us what to think and dream

Mighty Gods on screens

The mind is a terrible thing to waste

To feed this electric taste