[Куплет 1]
I walk through streets of pixelated grey,
Where plastic souls mimic the light of day.
They trade their secrets for a hollow star,
Not knowing who they truly really are.
Their minds are shallow, shallow as the ink,
They fear the depth and never dare to think.
I watch them drift in lines of binary,
Caught in a loop of silent misery.
[Припев]
Oh, these boring people, trapped in a glow,
In a heavy rhythm, rhythmic and slow.
They chase the shadow of a digital ghost,
They feed the glitch, they love it the most.
Drowning in silence, heavy and deep,
A harvest of secrets they promise to keep.
I’m sinking further, I’m losing the beat,
In the boring people, a cycle complete.
[Куплет 2]
They speak in hashtags, whispers of the void,
A sterile landscape, utterly destroyed.
Their thirst for status is a thirsty sting,
Ignoring what the silent echoes bring.
No art remains behind the filter’s screen,
Just vacant eyes and faces that are clean.
They edit life to look like something rare,
While breathing in the thin and stagnant air.
[Припев]
Oh, these boring people, trapped in a glow,
In a heavy rhythm, rhythmic and slow.
They chase the shadow of a digital ghost,
They feed the glitch, they love it the most.
Drowning in silence, heavy and deep,
A harvest of secrets they promise to keep.
I’m sinking further, I’m losing the beat,
In the boring people, a cycle complete.
[Переход]
The static grows, the frequency is wrong,
I’ve stayed too late, I’ve overstayed too long.
I’m mired in ties, in viscous social chains,
A steady pulsing inside of my veins.
The glue of habit is pulling me down,
Beneath the lights of this artificial town.
The bass is heavy, the rhythm is tight,
I’m fading out of their flickering sight.
[Куплет 3]
My boots are heavy in this concrete mire,
Burning my spirit with a synthetic fire.
They talk of nothing with a pride so vast,
Anchored in future but glued to the past.
I crave a whisper that is honest and real,
Not just a number that the circuits feel.
But they are drifting in a neon parade,
Lost in the shades of the roles they have played.
[Заключительный припев]
Oh, these boring people, trapped in a glow,
In a heavy rhythm, rhythmic and slow.
They chase the shadow of a digital ghost,
They feed the glitch, they love it the most.
Drowning in silence, heavy and deep,
A harvest of secrets they promise to keep.
I’m sinking further, I’m losing the beat,
In the boring people, a cycle complete!
Oh, these boring people, trapped in a glow,
In a heavy rhythm, rhythmic and slow.
They chase the shadow of a digital ghost,
They feed the glitch, they love it the most.
Drowning in silence, heavy and deep,
A harvest of secrets they promise to keep.
I’m sinking further, I’m losing the beat,
In the boring people, a cycle complete!..
[Завершение]
So boring...
So slow...
Sinking...
Let it go.
