• Hyperconnected

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    You're so connectable
    And you're so predictable,
    My hyper connected baby —
    My hyper deluded baby.
    And you're such a hype,
    And such not my type.

    Hyper this, hyper that,
    Got all your buttons mapped out:
    Just press exit
    To quit;
    Don't press ‘Y’
    To die,
    Just shift control
    Of your soul.

    You're so connectable
    And you're so despicable,
    My hyper connected baby —
    My hyper secluded baby.
    And you're such a hype,
    And such not my Stipe.

    Cyber this, cyber that,
    Got all your buttons mapped out:
    Just press exit
    To quit;
    Don't press ‘Y’
    To die,
    Just shift control
    Of your soul.

    Never mind the gap,
    Just fill it with crap.
    Rule out the small print,
    Don't get the hint.

    Ignorance is bliss,
    War is peace,
    And you really get me pissed,
    My stuck in baby,
    Stuck inside the mist.
    You really can't be missed,
    My stuck in baby,
    Sucked into the bliss.

    Ey@el

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