All the cities will combine
All the buildings will tower
All the egos will collide
All will run on sunlight power
We will all die of disease
We will all kill each other and our lovers
There will be no end to the suffering
All our lives will be organised
On single computer chips
And they will give us digital minds
All the world will be a grid-locked consciousness
We will all die of disease
We will all kill each other and our lovers
There will be no end to the misery
Don’t buy the pessimistic stories
Don’t buy the sensational warnings
Don’t lose hope
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