Letra de Mass blindness and fabrication

feeling complacently a deep enjoyment
As I know that I´m draining out my knowledge
from the inside.
I just remember the channel,
losing my capabilities of abstract though.

My life´s a succession of screens,
My brain is made of one million pixels,
Blinded by my fabrication.

Becoming a reflect of reality,
Losing my imagination.
Becoming a reflect of reality,
A reflect of my reality.

Drown under the fireworks display of negatron,
Drown in my electro-paranoïa
Drug-addicted to informations about my virtual world,
The only one I live in.