3 acessos
Lack of motivation, the fault of our times
Bionic thoughts fill our brains
Mechanical minds, standstill hearts
All your wishes carved in a screen
Enslaved to artificial light
Guided by rapture and might
The sign of times
Monochromatic lives,
Monotony await for us
It’s everywhere
Growing darker
Unthinking brains
So sorry for being born
You just regret your existence in vain
Squandering our lives
No purpose, no place
Trapped in these four walls
Living for a dream
Jobs we don’t want
For shit we don’t need
Unreachable hope of change
Fills empty minds
Absence of chance
Just greed, no sight
We’re these pawns in chess
Our board, the limits of our thoughts
Open your mind and reach the infinity
Monochromatic lives,
Monotony await for us
It’s everywhere
Growing darker
Unthinking brains