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Our culture caught a viruswe clicked "ok" now it proceedswe stopped thinking on our ownand started needing needless needsI'm a b4-mt-hwill you implant me a sensor?to control my temper?to control my passion?Every imperfectionevery agressiongets covered with plasticthat's the cause of my depressionI'm a b4-mt-hwill you implant me a sensor?to control my temper?to control my passion?I'm a b4-mt-hI'm from before this empty age From Letras Mania