My machine will not talk to me
My souls gives me no reply
The ground that I walk upon
On which I cannot even rely
Now all of this is fake
Everything that you and I
Are surrounded by
Now all of this is fake
My heart dwells in my wallet
My soul resides in my bank account
These possessions have a hold on me
It frightens and it clouds
Now all of this is fake
Everything that you and I
Are surrounded by
Now all of this is fake
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