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Processed personality pumped through wires and chips Mass communication graveyard, rotting while you sit For hours at a time shaking keys and hugging screens The spine obsolete by 2014 You're so connected but I can't get through The busy signal hums and the static ensues You're so connected but I can't get through The class system technological oppression continues Don't feed the people, but we'll feed the machines Soon we'll be feeding plastic with people in need In a science fiction prophecy, we're all trapped in a convenience toy And we're keeping it virtual, depersonalized and destroyed Aus Songtexte Mania