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You live in the asphalt, while shitting in fresh water,
Facing nature's beauty, you prefer your phone's screen.
There is modesty, porn, and respect for appearances,
Yet it all fades away, the moment love appears.
I write with a compass, an gutted hourglass,
I cut all the strings and hung the ventriloquist.
Miserable rich, or poor rich in misery,
Lucid truth or a butterfly lost in the desert,
Alone and suspicious, we'd rather confide in AI,
Doubting everything, even ourselves, but doubt changes nothing.
The algorithm is dying, we must pull the plugs.
We are lab rats, soon cyborgs locked in captivity.
Prototypes of the system with a chip under the temple.
If I have a spot reserved in hell,
you are in VIP, that's for damn sure.
you are in VIP, that's for damn sure.
CONSTAT FACE CONTRE SOLEIL.
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