Cybersick, Digital Motion, Digital Nausea, VR
Intro:
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If the concrete box you're trapped in is contracting
Or your abstract shadow that hunts you is now looming
If the floating heads all around are method acting
To hold Atlas's sky by a finger is too dooming
Go, go get away from here
Find the visions you can see near
I, I come bare handed
It may feel like you're stranded
And I, I'm not here to compete
No checklist for you too meet
If you're stuck in internet malls of trophy cases
And crossfire bullets of spit in misdirection
If you're blasted by strangers in different places
Or the auto-generated, magazine-cover confection
Go, go get away from here
Find the decisions you can see near
"They"
They, they let the world intrude
Servants to the jury's mood
Their, their half smiles are reserved
Through peepholes to be observed
"Me"
If you feel like there's nowhere to run
I can't be the one to tell you what to do
An uncertain step is beats none
Believe me when I say that I'm rooting for you