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I witnessed the rise of the machines An arduous path that has become a highway Overwhelmed by the pace of progress We surrendered to our own convenience Mandatory and addictive, a screen in every hand Dashing fingers, eyes dilated, wired to the bone Torn apart and isolated, we walk side-by-side All alone in the crowd, unrecognized Awoken by the humming that dictates our life We are no longer in control Self-portrait of an existence that was never ours On the verge of the shutdown Ironic and systematic, a created cosmos Betrayed by our own narcissism Incomplete and crippled by the scourge of each others life Insecure and sedated, caught inside our realm We walk these bytes in search for happiness Preoccupied and bound to our own demise Awoken by the humming that dictates our life We are no longer in control Self-portrait of an existence that was never ours On the verge of the shutdown From Letras Mania