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FakeAscending from the common, look into the bottomIt will call you soon It’s all too perfect, like a growing insect You’re locked up in a cocoon (still it’s like an empty tomb) For your audience, all you do make sense So little to care about They like it best when they are impressed By your mighty bank account (The days you’d better start to count) One day I’ll see you crawling deep beneath the dirt of your Serenity you broadcast from a sickening world so purely fake You’re not different, just a human fragment That’s nothing but sold and bought The spotlight’s shining and the cams are rolling The peace of mind you’ve sought (the peace of a mind without a thought) |