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And everyone needs security
Or at least some continuity
By pushing back the limits
We maybe went too far
Now we’ll never get back again
Connections are missing
Synaptic fuses blown

You might think I’m weak and pathetic
Because sometimes I can’t get out the door
I used to think we made our own prisons
But now I’m not so sure

And we thought we’d live forever
Now it’s a struggle to get through the day
Masters of communication
Rubbing soil into our wounds