We chat at all the time with our friends
the stream of news does never end.
We hold the world enclosed in our hands
yet yearn for someone to touch.
On article, one quest, on chat, one wank,
just a bit more time
then I'm coming to real life.
We carry black holes in our pockets being eaten alive
squandering our time.
A million distant voices won't fill the void we feel inside
laying waster at our lives.
The world is full of all those things to know,
each answer found yields a thousand questions more.
Knowledge obtained shadowing what's close
don't think, no silence, let the noise grow.
One article ...
Endless supply of promised dreams
the barren hole filling, what will it be.
Worn out, unable to let it be,
just one shot, one fix, raising the debt oppressing me.
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