At full speed
You feel so incomplete
Don’t you hear the click?
Beautiful noise in your mind....
It’s a trigger
Wonderful illusion muted generation haunted by
Do you remember how to live? How to talk?
How to love?
Without any material interlocutor
Cellular satellites computers century of mutation
It’s killing your words, killing your world
It’s hard to manage your moods its cold as
The wind in winter Cold as death cold as a numerical signal
You live your smile
Like people live funerals
List your nightmares
Never let assholes entities
Make a hole in your dreams