I think with my eyes cemented to a flickering screen.
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A thirty second segment, fragmented.
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Programmed behind the masks...
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And what do I absorb?
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A question never asked.
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And I will never be in control of this constant intake of visual attacks.
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I cannot take time to process while these images still bombard me.
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Say goodbye to the floor beneath me,
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there's no way your rope could reach me.
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Bite the hand that needs you,
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smash the screen that feeds you.
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Biting the hand, smashing the screen.
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And finally, I slipped out of the satellite's reach,
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to come a long way from a corrupt program leech.
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I think with my eyes opened and closed at the same time.
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Programmed Behind
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| Cave-In |
