Mass Blindness and Fabrication

feeling complacently a deep enjoyment
As I know that I'm draining out my knowledge
from the inside.
I just remember the channel,
losing my capabilities of abstract though.

My life's a succession of screens,
My brain is made of one million pixels,
Blinded by my fabrication.

Becoming a reflect of reality,
Losing my imagination.
Becoming a reflect of reality,
A reflect of my reality.

Drown under the fireworks display of negatron,
Drown in my electro-paranoïa
Drug-addicted to informations about my virtual world,
The only one I live in.



Credits
Writer(s): Bertrand Oria, Igor Landorique, Jérémy Mairesse, Karine Pochet, Kathy Coupez
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