I look around, look in their eyes
They look at the ground and they feel disguised
And they simply can´t see, the world that we live in
The think they´re happy, but they´re spuriously driven
We lost the control over our emotions
And we strongly consume their tools
Like a venomous potion
We can´t figure out at all
If they´ re supposed to help us
Or to control our minds
Nevertheless, we feel helpless
It seems like a never-ending hunt for distraction
We look at our screens, to see ourselves in a reflection
We hesitate to talk with our friends
Are scared of communication
Because we have no idea what to say
So we use are phones for salvation
And I am walking down the streets
As a stranger in a strange world
Outside of the box
And I wonder why the world turned
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