Streaks of mist
cars flying over head
no more driving
we're all flying
Our minds hooked up
great big machines
games playing out in our head
changing the meaning of reality
Humans and machines
walking side by side
no physical difference
equally walking the street
The future is unknown
but we can predict
will it be hell
or will it be utopia
Mar 3, 2015
Mar 3, 2015 at 5:26 PM UTC
Streaks of mist
cars flying over head
no more driving
we're all flying
Our minds hooked up
great big machines
games playing out in our head
changing the meaning of reality
Humans and machines
walking side by side
no physical difference
equally walking the street
The future is unknown
but we can predict
will it be hell
or will it be utopia
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