In the sad echoes of our minds
We are like androids of time,
Being programmed and controlled
No cognitive freedom in sight,
In the sad echoes of our minds
We become the sad androids of time,
Not living life in beauty
Not appreciating nature’s wilds,
Unable to see the miracle
That defines all of our lives,
In the sad echoes of our minds
We become the sad androids of time,
We are unable to see wonders
Because to this we are all blind,
We can’t transcend and evolve
Because we cannot see the signs,
In the sad echoes of our minds
We become the sad androids of time,
In the sad echoes of our minds,
In the sad echoes of our minds.
fauxcroft 
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