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Population Index Lyrics

All that is artificial maintains us. That which exists is inadequate. The hypocrisies of technology betray our senses. Simulated emotions, fooled again. We're labels on files in cabinets. Payroll accounts and calculations. We're gears that run the machine that dictates life as we know it (and we don't). We're gears that run the machine that dictates our lives. We're the rung of our humanity on which technology thrives. We're expendable figures, we're liquidation. We're character strings and data statements. We learn, live and die a number.
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