We have always run in packs, yes;
But now we cannot run without them.
We live in perpetual fear of silence.
We have always run in packs, yes;
Though we were left alone, at times.
We live in perpetual fear of silence.
We keep our friends in our back pockets.
Though we were left alone, at times,
Wires began to ensnare us, slowly.
We keep our friends in our back pockets.
Our tongues are stilled by the tapping of thumbs.
Wires began to ensnare us, slowly,
Our eyes are glued to glowing screens.
Our tongues are stilled by the tapping of thumbs.
At night come whispers from beneath our pillows.
Our eyes are glued to glowing screens.
We depend on electronic extensions.
At night come whispers from beneath our pillows.
We live in perpetual fear of silence.
We depend on electronic extensions.
And now we cannot run without them.
We live in perpetual fear of silence.
We have forgotten how to be alone.
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