Mass Blindness and Fabrication
feeling complacently a deep enjoyment
As I know that I'm draining out my knowledge
from the inside.
I just remember the channel,
losing my capabilities of abstract though.
My life's a succession of screens,
My brain is made of one million pixels,
Blinded by my fabrication.
Becoming a reflect of reality,
Losing my imagination.
Becoming a reflect of reality,
A reflect of my reality.
Drown under the fireworks display of negatron,
Drown in my electro-paranoïa
Drug-addicted to informations about my virtual world,
The only one I live in.
