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Listen close, media made, fabricated,
Perfectly painted, but breaking in vision
Polished exterior, fractures within it
keep spreading and spinning
Pretty metropolis built on a loss
Reality hidden beneath all the gloss
Silence is marketed, calm and sedation
Comfort conditioning kills
Dopamine loops got your mind in a seal
Media manipulation, mental captivity
Even your will get controlled passively
I'm gonna be fine, repetitive phrase
Mutates to fade in a terminal phase
but we still wanna believe
Stacking our lives just to
that's all that you leave
Peace stays on by, lost in a maze
Eyes wide open, but your mind in a daze
Full me dia casters reciting the scripts
Program narratives tight in the grip
Souls get eroded but nobody admits
Fragments of knowledge got
Under the media, pressure is panic
Chasing the status that's
One wrong decision, mechanical damage
Collision, division, catastrophic and tragic
Not an accident, chain of reactions
Just for a second, turns into subtraction
Now you reflect but you lost
Elegant visuals hide all the tension
Connection severed in seconds
Everything fragile no matter how clever
Gone in a blink, no time for reflection
Peace is a lie, you defend as protection
but we still want to believe
Stacking our lives just to
One wrong step and just to
that's all that you leave
Pieces alive, lost in a maze
Eyes wide open, but your mind in a daze
This isn't fear, it's a structural pace
Wake up, no luck, it's choices you make
One wrong move and it's over too late
Clock don't stop when you
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