You're a shadow, you're a ghost. Your eyes, your faces are void. Empty like your brain, could kill you right away. But i've got better ways, let you die slowly. It's too late, go out. I will unplug your soul. What's happening, can watch you melting. You're being stuck, you feel infected. Didn't see it coming, seemed so harmless, just a few cables, unimpressive disease, infection grew slowly. It went wrong, you must know, connections raised, nobody saw. Connections spread, nobody cared, you were doomed. Just another theory. One' mong the others. You wonder what it says. 'Course you don't. Gonna tell you anyway. Shout it in your ears. Says we're all sick. Says we're infected. By a fucking lie. By a true fucking lie. That's ladies and gentlemen. News, network and shit. Flowing to your brain. Like water on new orleans. Leaving it's prints. In your deepest thoughts. We got covered. We're choking man. Information killing us. Information's killing you.
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