{Verse 1]
I’ve been there and back again
Don’t know how it started but I bet I’ll find out at the end
Waves line up, watch ‘em fall out of phase
All I could do to remember, but it’s hard seeing through the haze
[Chorus]
Technology really got a hold on me
Sometimes I can’t do nothin, without needing something to see
Technology dug the reaper his grave
There won’t be one poor soul that it can’t save
[Verse 2]
One day I woke up, only to find
I could’ve been doing something with all this wasted time
I tried to push through, thought I found my head
But it pullеd me back harder
And I resumеd my techno-slumber again
[Chorus]
Technology really got a hold on me
Sometimes I can’t do nothin, without needing something to see
Technology dug the reaper his grave
There won’t be one poor soul that it can’t save
[Verse 3]
The beginning of nothing, the end of years
Living on forever might quell one of life's greatest fears
But with rigid minds and population trends
We’d surely be missing, the whole point of living again
(Well hey, if the Buddhists are right!)
[Chorus]
Technology really got a hold on me
Sometimes I can’t do nothin, without needing something to see
Technology dug the reaper his grave
There won’t be one poor soul that it can’t save
I’ve been there and back again
Don’t know how it started but I bet I’ll find out at the end
Waves line up, watch ‘em fall out of phase
All I could do to remember, but it’s hard seeing through the haze
[Chorus]
Technology really got a hold on me
Sometimes I can’t do nothin, without needing something to see
Technology dug the reaper his grave
There won’t be one poor soul that it can’t save
[Verse 2]
One day I woke up, only to find
I could’ve been doing something with all this wasted time
I tried to push through, thought I found my head
But it pullеd me back harder
And I resumеd my techno-slumber again
[Chorus]
Technology really got a hold on me
Sometimes I can’t do nothin, without needing something to see
Technology dug the reaper his grave
There won’t be one poor soul that it can’t save
[Verse 3]
The beginning of nothing, the end of years
Living on forever might quell one of life's greatest fears
But with rigid minds and population trends
We’d surely be missing, the whole point of living again
(Well hey, if the Buddhists are right!)
[Chorus]
Technology really got a hold on me
Sometimes I can’t do nothin, without needing something to see
Technology dug the reaper his grave
There won’t be one poor soul that it can’t save
( Mr Kyle )
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