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I am a desperate human Inside a desperate body Become part of new technology I pay for no emotions I pay for fantasy I recreate myself electronically I don't mind losing feeling I don't mind losing meaning My new connection sends me emails Curing me of healing This people seeking people To form realities Are hiding in our new technology We're gods without a heaven We're kings without a face I hope this happiness is fleeting... fleeting You want your life with meaning? You want your life with feeling? My new connection sends me emails Curing me of healing From Letras Mania