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Souless, rootless that is we

Obsessed by material greed,

No thought for our ecology

We sell ourselves to technology,

From root to branch like a dead tree

We’ve given up the right to be free,

They know all about you and me

We sold our souls to cookies,

Now they spy and listen as we speak

Because we surrendered our privacy,

And we act surprised when we see

A reduction of our freedom and liberties,

All to keep happy the elitist machine

It’s a dystopian nightmare not a dream,

And unless we change both you and me

We will suffer under an age of this technology.