The screen always possessing me
Corrupting all that’s left of me
Abetted by my frailty
Pretty colours fill my vision
Words causing a collision
A battle fought inside my mind
The screen wins it every time
My free will, yeah I don’t need it
My brain, yeah the tube’ll feed it
The truth, yeah I can concede it
The lies are facts because I read it
Pretty colours fill my vision
Words causing a collision
A battle fought inside my mind
The screen wins it every time
To turn it off is impossible
My brain is irrepressible
Though has no power over you
So here I wait to be consumed
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