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• Artiste: Betraying The Martyrs
• Titre: (Dis)Connected
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I can't hear you when you speak with your fingers and thumbs You're dying to show us just how fake you have become So let me ask you kid, are you feeling alive? This is the end so come with me Come with me – let's pretend We've bred a bent-backed race bent on hiding the truth Degenerated, separated, brain-dead youth So let me ask you – who are you – do you feel alive Tell me do you feel alive We've never been so connected – never felt so alone So many friends yet we stand on our own Never felt so neglected How can we speak at all with our mouths sewn shut? We are the walking fucking dead Let's look at life through real eyes Let's look at what we've become Brain-dead army of robotical sons Now a brain-dead army of robotic sons Are you worthless – are you dead or alive? Put it online, let the numbers decide Your heart beats – you're walking Talking and breathing But you're dead inside