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PERFORMING ARTISTS
Fred Oliveira
Performer
COMPOSITION & LYRICS
Fred Oliveira
Songwriter
Testi
Fading truth, in a complex web of lies Devoid of any reason, We have nothing left inside Never so close yet never so divided What ought to connect us Is just Tearing us apart We’re at the edge of our sanity In a parallel reality Deep inside, machines control our minds It’s getting in our souls It’s driving us insane When we find its been so long We’ll let ourselves out And so I hope that one day We’ll free ourselves Disconnected Weaponised advanced methods Mass thought control Fits nobody’s hands When we find we’ve been so lost Well open our eyes So I hope that one day We’ll find ourselves Neural controlling hardware in our every hand This frantic techno race has out-passed our brains Depression and anxiety, hate and loneliness Designed programmed through deranging codes in our veins When all of our friends are lost And there’s no one left to fight All I hope that one day We’ll forgive ourselves When there is nothing left that we can trust Our science, minds, hearts and soul All I hope is one day We’ll find ourselves Disconnected
Written by: Fred Oliveira