No more sense and no more reasons
To find yourself in your life
Real world is erased out
When you fixed this drug on-line
Your fingers beating - you connected
Your mind is digital infected
Something hide and slowly disappear in dark
You sink in digital embrace
The child of future coming race
All you get is nothing called slave on line
Slave on line
No more sense No more feel
Slave on line
Is no dream and is no real
Slave on line
you’re catched, you’re trapped
Slave on line
Cyber life – real death
All emotions will be killed
You become half by machine
And you get this magic feel
When every wish is can be real
Ten fingers beat and you connected
Mind is digital infected
Something hide and slowly dissapear in dark
You sink in digital embrace
The child of future coming race
What you'll get?
The nothing called slave on line
Slave on line
No more sense No more feel
Slave on line
Is no dream and is no real
Slave on line
you’re catched, you’re trapped
Slave on line
Cyber life – real death
No face, no name
Just nick and mail
You don't know -
Who's on the other end
No face, no name
It's your best friend?
A dusted image
On thumbnail
