Текст песни Tracktor Bowling - 11. В сетях одиночества

No more personal secrets
No more secret paths
We are all online now
Fast food non-stop

Social media Web 2.0
In the age of greedy eyes
Faster than alcohol
Enslave us
Startup or deadline
Diapers or coffin
We are all online now
Fast food non-stop

And after us even a flood

Forgotten the real world
Children abandoned the yard
Inside their apartments
We look at the monitor
And disappearing into it
Like thousands of people
I see day after day
A world in a web of loneliness webs
Instead of friends, just communities

No more personal secrets
No more secret paths
We are all online now
Fast food non-stop

A world in a web of loneliness webs
Instead of friends, just communities
The rudiments of the first ideas to somehow bring us together
The age of social media has become a farce

Three billion in loneliness webs
Living in news and communities
The rudiments of the first ideas to somehow bring us together
In the era of networks turned into a farce

No more personal secrets
No more secret paths
We are all online now
Fast food non-stop

And after us even a flood