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May 2017
I find myself running
through a dark haunted field
late at night while I'm sleeping
and I see things through eyes
untainted by notions
obtained while digitally bleeding,
over the things
that scare me to death
consumed from a tube through the TV
and I've filtered the world and what they want me to see
but I'm still haunted
haunted and running

I try to make sense while they try to deceive me
they're trying to change my perception completely
And they've mastered the world to manipulate my brain
My hand held devices are going insane
So I turn off the power and I throw up the shield
and I run and run through that dark haunted field

And soon up ahead
a bright light approaches
dropping ***** of fire on the field below
and all those Smart things that make your life easy
burn up in a ball of their control

And I find myself running
through a dark haunted field
late at night while I'm sleeping
and I can't help but wonder
if anyone knows
we're all just slaves
they're digitally keeping
Brain in a bottle
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Brain in a bottle  Canada
(Canada)   
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   Lior Gavra
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