Here it is again and again.
Even if I throw it away, it remains fixed like a point in the middle of a sea of thoughts
Now, it haunts my nights and my days...
At the beginning it wasn't so much trouble it was here to connect.
Then, more and more connected it creates data strings.
Once surrounded, you're trapped like in bubble you can't burst.
Turning off senses, obscuring vision. It spreads like a virus in your mind.
Slowly, gently, a melody hits you in your deepest self
But the need's still here...
all over again.