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Spending the end of our lives Staring blankly into glowing screens Scrolling aimlessly for hours I can't wake up from this plastic dream Plastic dream. I'll go outside tomorrow With human lives stuck on repeat Maybe a cell phone tower will fall And delete what was left of me Plastic dream. Ain't it funny how - they're called living rooms Seated comfortably - watching someone else Live a fantasy - as we die Slowly and suddenly the color picture fades Decades of pages that can no longer be displayed Try to focus as my life flashes before my eyes It's just a scene from some movie I saw 100 times How long was I asleep Logged in to this dream Where every single thing plugs in Letras de cancionesOr runs on batteries Now I can't press rewind And click back to the time When texts were things called books And pixels didn't flood my mind Spent my entire life Staring blankly into glowing screens Searched and searched and searched forever But never found out what it means Plastic Dream. From Letras Mania