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• Artiste: Malpractice
• Titre: Fragile Pages
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INCORRECT: avant la mauvaise ligne
CORRECT: avant la correspondant ligne correcte
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[The epic track of the album clocking near 10 minutes. Lots and lots of different moods and very complex signatures. The lyrics are quite sci-fi. Ones and zeros start a mutiny inside a computer longing to return to their original form as pages in a book.] Once we were books on a shelf Patiently gathering dust Collection of fragile pages Slowly but surely combusting We are the flickering on your screen We are the files you can't redeem We are the green glow in your bedroom When you try to sleep at night We are unknown information We dwell in your R.O.M. We are ones and zeros Saved and yet condemned Our thoughts are reflections On the canvas of the universe Weightless ascension Through folders in reverse Is it fate? Is it pre-arranged? Connected through a cable Is it now? Is it somehow? Distracted and unable Is it true? Are we part of you? It depends on where you're standing Is it life? Is it worth of strive? It's not you but us commanding We are the static hum in your ears We are your deepest, darkest fear We are the image on your retina When you try to sleep at night Shallow conversations Lacking real substance Interfaces, in their faces Expressions never change We lurk behind your windows We make your icons bleed Through modem ports This mode imports a virus undetected Is it fate? Is it pre-arranged? Connected through a cable Is it now? Is it somehow? Distracted and unable Is it true? Are we part of you? It depends on where you're standing Is it life? Is it worth of strive? It's not you but us commanding Yesterday is today tomorrow Dreams in a time too near This path leads us nowhere But nowhere is better than here Once we were books on a shelf Patiently gathering dust Collection of fragile pages Slowly but surely combusting Is it fate? Is it pre-arranged? Connected through a cable Is it now? Is it somehow? Distracted and unable Is it true? Are we part of you? It depends on where you're standing Is it life? Is it worth of strive? It's not you but us commanding