Very rough acoustic version of a song
Lyrics:
"We search for flowers in concrete seas
Fields full of steel and neon weeds
More satisfied with bright lights and colors
Than with what hides underneath

Pop the latest quick fix to live asleep
Pseudo petals tasteless and discrete
Aside from bitter flavor when we wake
We hide the pain, but incomplete

Chorus
Hopped up on propaganda fumes
I'm getting pleasure from the abuse
From organic to mechanical
Cut the strings, Let me fall

In the night beyond the flashing lights
Beyond the noise and seductive sights
It’s a dangerous place to seem so free
Reality, the sting of these wicked strings

The Push the pull and the constant flow
Tradition lost to the overload
Collective forfeit of humanity
But I can’t dream in digital"

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