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  • We are the people of the underground,
    criminals of a different town.
    Our crime is that of curiosity,
    There's not much left that we haven't seen.

    Controllers of the social media's,
    We are the founders of social expectation-pedia.

    While you look on, like a Zombie.
    You say: "I see the world moving passed me."
    Moving faster than a speeding train.
    "I need to switch my bus again."

    We are the people of the underground,
    The keepers of this town.
    You see the Web as an hindrance,
    We see possibility in the trance.

    We are here, but we are ghosts on wires.
    You might not know, but we know you're liars.
    We are here, but we are ghosts on wires.
    You might not know, but we know you're liars.
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