The boring human life
Every day the same things
The same problems and vain happiness
People complain and grumble
In your sacred temples that are your rooms
Empty songs and lost looks
Around the table people don't even look at each other anymore
There is no longer an eye to eye
Where is the reason to be close to someone we like
We are hostages in a cyber prison

Glazed on the magic square in your hands
A world in your hands, you don't need anything else
There is no longer an eye to eye
Where is the reason to be close to someone we like
We are hostages in a cyber prison