From above the angels seeing bell jars
Tthat separate tribes
some people call new age of globalization
But their lives are in damnation
Nobody can go as far as the ground
their feet step onrnet

Internet made miracles inlife
Nowadays people have a million of friends With no name no face just nicknames
Pretty Pics in the screen

New generation believes are free
But one more time are bound
Spinning in circles
like a dog hunting their own tale

Forget this digital disease just for a minute
How many countries do you visited last year?
Where the photographs you took

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Caught in invisible bell jars
with no wings to fly beyond
Not faster no higher
Feet that step on ground
In which one day will be buried

Hey you, stop now, don't worry!
I'm talking about the sluggarders
That think are free in the www.