No real life!

There's no real life
We can't prevent us
From being the children of the progress
We are like devices
Made for us
With covered eyes
And blocked ears we keep going down
Into
The abyss of generation fall
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We don't wanna touch the sky
Don't wanna greet the dawn
Our ancestors have to cry
They can't...can't Turn Back The Clock!

We're staring at
Our gadgets and don't look around!
Our souls are stolen!
We're staring at
Our gadgets and don't look around!
Our souls are stolen by the net!

We...can't feel...real life!

We don't wanna touch the sky
Don't wanna greet the dawn
Our ancestors have to cry
They can't...can't Turn Back The Clock!

Metamorphosis Degeneration
It brings no violence
But makes the temptation