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Masters of Banality

from Mors in Victoria by Unpraise

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Full of nothing
Empty inside
With zero personality
Crawling through this hell
Possessed by images you devour

By technology we are eclipsed
Our existence is futile!

Addicted to your machines
Controlled by your device
A hell of insecurities
Is who you really are

It’s easier to be blind
Accepted socially
An imitation, emulation
Of what’s supposed to be

Their faces always bright
They’re glued to the screen
And when i see them marching
i want to disappear

Machines
New gods
Addicted
You’re lost
Consume
To die
A new disease begins to rise
I feel the waves through me
Murders of my sympathy
Masters of banality

Dance like a bitch now…
Move your tits…
Fake your life
Live your sin
Take this pill
Who are you?

Prefabrication of the being
Plastification of the soul
Defective packaging
Of broken down content

A picture in the gym
A slave of your proteins
Your life a show we all know
Your french bulldog hates you

Machines
New gods
Addicted
You’re lost
Consume
To die
A new disease begins to rise
I feel the waves through me
Murders of my sympathy
Masters of banality

In front of the majestic sea
My broken prisma i heal
While this fucking world falls down!

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from Mors in Victoria, released August 18, 2019

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