Anti-social social realms
Setting fires to what used to make sense
Anti-social social realms
Betting all the likes of me on
Fabricated misery
Indifferent
Gone with the wind
The grass is greener because you paint it yourself
You're about to lose yourself to
The digital, modern-day, slow decay
Finding comfort in the palm of your hand
The weight around your neck
The Wires from your skin
Finding comfort in the palm of your hand
The weight around your neck
The Wires from your skin
Be at one with your machine
You're bleeding through your screen
Disconnected
You're falling out
There's no rest to find
In the space of your mind
You're a victim
A victim of the
Anti-social social realms
Setting fires to what used to make sense
Anti-social social realms
Betting all the likes of me on
Fabricated misery
Indifferent
Gone with the wind
The grass is greener because you paint it yourself
You're about to lose yourself to
The digital, modern-day, slow decay
Finding comfort in the palm of your hand
The weight around your neck
The Wires from your skin
Finding comfort in the palm of your hand
The weight around your neck
The Wires from your skin
Digital Misery
The weight around your neck
Digital misery
The Wires from your skin
Digital misery
I'm the artificial comfort in the f*cking palm of your hand
Digital misery
Weighted necks and wired skins in the modern days of slow decay