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Half of the world doesn't use a telephone yet
And over here a new generation born with internet
Facing a mass revolution that they call progress
Leave all the old and all the worthless less stressed
Mobility, no more offices
The world as a workspace
This is what you're facing
Face it
Embracing
Mixing all our races
Shifting all our forces
The new world order trudging on its course
No one can look so far
No one can pretend the future
Still a one step from Mars
No one can paint the stars
No one can look so far
No one can pretend the future
Still a one step from Mars
No one can paint the stars
Go find resources in out of space
Have a microchip installed and your heart replaced
Robotics, modified genetic codes
Without notice it's time to switch on digital mode
If you're an immigrant to this second world
A stranger to its customs, rules and verbs
You might witness a cursed generation flirt
With the devil and eventually you will convert
Oh, the peak point is passed
Now it's time to adjust
And if you finish last
It means you are part of a trust
No one can look so far
No one can pretend the future
Still a one step from Mars
No one can paint the stars
No one can look so far
No one can pretend the future
Still a one step from Mars
No one can paint the stars