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Şarkı Sözleri A dream made of plastic Desire sways me Death by the central power Will find you maybe Torture-awakening Brain-dead loneliness Mass drifts with the current Are they really humen? I hate this techno-logical belief I don't wanna talk to answering machines Mass-loneliness in this age of disease Why don't you let me hide behind my dreams? Soul has been left behind Blind fight into a passion Sell yourself as a member of the daily-routine nation