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...in all the confusion, you lived in illusion, the times of your lives now preserved in museums...
We skip past the scenery of all the technology, to you was so cherished and grand...
We pass slowly through, on grouped guided tours, of scenes so ugly and bland...
The guide smiles and enlightens us, with tales that frighten us, as we sit there absorbing it all...

We then break for lunch, protein paste and punch, there's nothing here left to be killed...
We all live in domes or underground homes, survivalism oh!, what a thrill..!
All that we know are the stories we're told, of all the battles of the big and the bold...

We've never seen sunshine, we've never seen rain, without our brain downloads, we'd live life in pain...