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• Artiste: Sims
• Titre: Future Shock
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I was born in 82 about the time of the Cold War flu born when the world was small before we connected the zoo look at the way we grew dropped the borders but we kept the walls the things we made to pull us close push us all we hear the ring but screen the calls so close we could almost touch but so far we don't speak on the bus so close I can almost see your breath but so far I can't hear your words I don't go a day without a button pressed the years go by in a blur it's the time of plenty, inbox full so why do I feel so goddamn empty? but look at how connected we are the whole globe at your fingertips speed the pace it's an instant fix Space Age but I feel boxed in and it's wide open and I'm dying to know why I feel disconnected am I dreaming demons, alienated or do I just get what I expected? they say it's greed that keeps people turning feeds the lonely and the beasts of burden East of Eden but at least we're earning the ice is melting and the trees are burning reporters all say it's all but lost and all we can do is watch so I walk with my shoulders dropped watch these blocks stack up with stores is this what we're working for? filling that hole with goods, what's good? but the chokehold ain't local no more it's global and closing its doors it ain't about right or wrong what side you're on but the things we traded how many sights for many sights how is your life? I was born in 82 but I live in 2000 and now all the things I thought I knew turns out they were never around and all the people I met today well, they all the same feeling that emptiness fill it up with Fendi till the trendiness fades then throw that thing away I want the one with the new features until the next one out then bury it a little deeper add on to that man-made mountain you could have it all, the campaign touting the cars and the champagne fountain but that pool's only deep enough to sink but these fools don't even stop to think they just want that bubbly now they spilling on you ain't that lovely? what a mess since they jumped in now they scream save me, save me to the public but we barely know the subject we're all out doing for us in so far, so far in fact so near so packed we don't speak on the bus loss of love, loss of mind loss of love, loss of mind running out of time loss of love, loss of mind loss of love, loss of mind damn near out of time