Renegade
It became depressingly easy to lie.
Life in intriguing systems of assumption.
This menacing phenomena of the shifting fields of social interaction,
where everything is not deep but insignificant,
a mere few feet from the surface.
What happened to your heartbeat?
Creatures of media, virtual realities, digitized beings...
All my instincts tell me not to take part.
It is as if everything is changing into camouflaged colors.
It's a Plague,
blessing with ability, but cursing with ignorance.
In my head lingers a song of constant doubt.
No. I believe in no.
I believe in a crystalline, sharp no.
There should be a whole chorus of agreement.
You are never around when I meet you.
With prodigious skill and a lack of conscience
you're building memories of things that never happened,
sketching not a person but a corruption of one.
That will never satisfy the hunger creeping up inside.
I still believe in the immaculate glory of encounter,
and in the value of silence and discretion.
Life in intriguing systems of assumption.
This menacing phenomena of the shifting fields of social interaction,
where everything is not deep but insignificant,
a mere few feet from the surface.
What happened to your heartbeat?
Creatures of media, virtual realities, digitized beings...
All my instincts tell me not to take part.
It is as if everything is changing into camouflaged colors.
It's a Plague,
blessing with ability, but cursing with ignorance.
In my head lingers a song of constant doubt.
No. I believe in no.
I believe in a crystalline, sharp no.
There should be a whole chorus of agreement.
You are never around when I meet you.
With prodigious skill and a lack of conscience
you're building memories of things that never happened,
sketching not a person but a corruption of one.
That will never satisfy the hunger creeping up inside.
I still believe in the immaculate glory of encounter,
and in the value of silence and discretion.
