List’ning to the world crying out its voice
In a strangely muted cacophony,
Become weary of its own raucous noise
Totally blinded by nothing to see
A society where senses saturate
And bathe themselves in sensuality
But all that passion simply turns to hate
As they lose their touch with reality
Where the great joys and pleasures
Are undetected on the screen
The saturated signal cannot measure
The subtle beauty of our dreams
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