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I listen to them, I listen well They tell me to listen with my eyes What I see through the screen is perpetual hell. They say it is the truth I've been told more than once We are either together - or else We are dead I know better though, yes I do What they say was never the truth But if you really want to know What lies behind the eyes Think about what is not being said Think about what you know with your head And only then will you know Only then will you see That the screen you use to see Is the true disease
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