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Over information explodes in our eyes.
This screen are burning pur days.
Giving us false comunication.
All bows are weak.
Sharing feelings through a lot of codes.
Our hearts and senses are cold.
Can we really feel through 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 not real emotion in this place.
We're killing ourselves to fit in a mold.
there's nothing pure in this place.
We´re killing ourselves to fit in a mold.
There's not real emotion in this place.
We're killing ourselves to fit in a mold.
there's nothing pure in this place.
We´re killing ourselves to fit in a mold.
There's not real emotion in this place.
We're killing ourselves to fit in a mold.
there's nothing pure in this place.
We´re killing ourselves to fit in a mold.
There's not real emotion in this place.
We're killing ourselves to fit in a mold.
there's nothing pure in this place.
We´re killing ourselves to fit in a mold.
There's not real emotion in this place.
We're killing ourselves to fit in a mold.
real feelings do not exist in this place.