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