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Faced with interactions Tried to place myself in line Time is spinning on its axis Feels all made up by design Who stands in my reflection? Shaken and belligerent Another foolish question But I can't tell the difference Pulled from my consciousness Docile and barren Plug it into my skin Becoming less human Pulled from my consciousness Docile and barren Plug it into my skin Becoming less human Now you are voiceless Now you are lifeless This is a shell of my former self Trapped in a hell that's digital Meaningless and material Trapped in a hell that's digital Letras de cancionesNames without a face, blur in the crease, mutate to obsolete Suction like a leech, look for release, pulsating the machine Traced with numerals, check for a pulse, no longer in control Waiting for the fall, slow to implode, tied fates identical I'm terminal I'm terminal I'm terminal Witness the hellscape... I have become the machine Now you are voiceless Now you are lifeless This is a shell of my former self Trapped in a hell that's digital Meaningless and material Trapped in a hell that's digital This is a shell of my former self Trapped in a hell that's digital From Letras Mania