Paroles de Mass Blindness and Fabrication

Feeling complacently a deep enjoyment as I am draining out my knowledge from the inside. I just remember the channel, losing my capabilities of abstract though. My life's a succession of screens My brain is made of one million pixels, blinded by my fabrication. Becoming a reflect of reality, losing my imagination. Becoming a reflect of reality, a reflect of my reality. Drown under the fireworks display of negatron, Drown in my electro-paranoia Drug-addicted to information about my virtual world, The only one I live in.