Category: Category 2
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Dare to let the invisible touch, giving into a technological servitor A code, a virus, an app, a friend Will the whispers curl inside my mind, Do I have to give my soul all my time, Chasing the medicine, chasing the poison There’s a string on my lips that feels like a kiss Hands that…
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Every thud is a zombie There’s vampires in the hall Cannibals in the kitchen The fridge is dropping meat Doctor Doctor this is not the problem It’s the symptom of a crime Letting a stranger twist my mind Sadistic to give into, I give in to it all There’s voices in the rumours, Fears and…