Though I tend to dream
A common thought could kill my sleep
We are atoms bound by a mad, twisted scientist
In a planet no one where knew or laid their eyes on
I think they used to call it God, or so
But if we're up to date we're fine
Technology just came alive

Though I tend to dream
Aimless shots would hit me clean
We are digits found by a sad lonely thinker - deep thinker

When you don't give in I'm paralysed
'Cause you're busy thinking otherwise
And then I come to realize
There's a force that's holding us apart

Digitalogy

Then I learned to read their eyes
'Cause there's a force that's holding us apart

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