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Nothing is real
I\'m a soul and I\'m a body
I\'m stuck in a simulation
There is a glitch in the matrix

There are people I know better 
Than the people who I know
I\'m a player on one side
On the other, I\'m in control

I\'m just a soul encaged in bones
And some essentials in between
I\'m just a function
f(x): air in f(x): air out

I\'m an output of my stimulation
I\'m a graphic. I\'m a concept.
I\'m a combination of zeros and ones
My heart beats on like a timer
My body moves to its own will
My brain steers me with stored data
If (it comes) Then (it leaves)

But wait.

There is so much more to life.
There is poetry, there is earth,
I\'m a soul, I\'m a heart,
I am my dreams, I am my passions,
I am alive, I am alive, I am alive..

But the function demands me to prove it,
The function wants me to obey
The function will discriminate me
The function says I\'m a glitch

I am a machine with blood in my wires
I am a robot with a heart and a brain
I am a subject to something superior
Something that maybe I chose to control me
Something that was once a virus is now my function
Something that was a doubt is now my death

I\'m a living robot, a breathing machine,
I am a function, a concept, a graphic,
I am a systematic error
I am Alive (?) Alive (?) Alive (?)