Black Light Discipline - Electronic | Текст песни

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Electronic manufacture
Gives us the license to
kill by pushing the buttons
And our hands stay clean

Virtual sexuality
Keeps us from meeting our soul-mates
by deleting our desire to find
A new race is born
Electronic

By Watching their faces you can find the vision
By searching the meanings you will find the way
Which is, electronic

We kill our darlings and reject our past
We kill our memories and reject the truth

This is, electronic

Virtual sexuality
Keeps us from meeting our soul-mates
by deleting our desire to find
A new race is born
Electronic

Electronic manufacture
Electronic sexuality
Electronic way to live
Electronic universe
Electronic way to disappear

Upload me into outer-space
Show me a shortcut to the grace
Keep me away from this nonsense
Cause I prefer something else

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