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This is a system reset. Accept agreements. Delete all accessories
Pending permissions request; access all recents. Can't search the directory
We're screaming 00011011
This is a system reset. Connect the sequence

We're connected. But I don't feel a fucking thing
But we're connected
This is a system reset. Fuck

Commencing scan of memory
Accessing cache bin imagery
We're screaming 00011011
User distrusted. Content corrupted
My soul, these memories; distrusted they're built on lies
Time's slowed by every file, so deceptive

But we're connected, and I don't feel a fucking thing
We're not alone. (And I know it's true)
That we're connected

A deterministic perfect system. Formatted, tested
With humanistic algorithms. Communications detected
Uncaching memory, all the corrupted imagery
Upload the trojan, leave me broken
A beacon, connect the sequence
connect the sequence

But we're connected, and I don't feel a fucking thing
We're not alone. (And I know it's true)
That we're connected