Lost (boketto)
A singularity with no real purpose
Product of evolution, destroying the surface
Having no meaning really consumes us
How are we meant to keep thinking that we're not worthless?
Eyes are open but unfocused
Everything becomes a blur
We're wide awake but we're unconscious
Nothing here ever works
We're ruminating in an isolated world
Concentrating on a place that's been miss sold
Complicating everything that we get told
We're slaves and we are being controlled
Circulating in a spiral with no hold
No way to separate what's real and what is false
Circumnavigating thoughts as a whole
Exacerbated theories start to unfold
We're billions of lost souls
Breaking into a place that no one knows
Being manipulated by the stipulation of the population in a state of infuriated Conversation
Eyes are open but unfocused
Everything becomes a blur
We're wide awake but we're unconscious
Nothing here ever works
We're all hypocrites
We're all people pleasers
We don't know why we exist
We're all hypocrites
We're all people pleasers
We don't know why we exist
We're all hypocrites
We're all people pleasers
We don't know why we exist
We're all hypocrites
We're all people pleasers
We don't know why we exist
Eyes are open but unfocused
Everything becomes a blur
We're wide awake but we're unconscious
Nothing here ever works
Product of evolution, destroying the surface
Having no meaning really consumes us
How are we meant to keep thinking that we're not worthless?
Eyes are open but unfocused
Everything becomes a blur
We're wide awake but we're unconscious
Nothing here ever works
We're ruminating in an isolated world
Concentrating on a place that's been miss sold
Complicating everything that we get told
We're slaves and we are being controlled
Circulating in a spiral with no hold
No way to separate what's real and what is false
Circumnavigating thoughts as a whole
Exacerbated theories start to unfold
We're billions of lost souls
Breaking into a place that no one knows
Being manipulated by the stipulation of the population in a state of infuriated Conversation
Eyes are open but unfocused
Everything becomes a blur
We're wide awake but we're unconscious
Nothing here ever works
We're all hypocrites
We're all people pleasers
We don't know why we exist
We're all hypocrites
We're all people pleasers
We don't know why we exist
We're all hypocrites
We're all people pleasers
We don't know why we exist
We're all hypocrites
We're all people pleasers
We don't know why we exist
Eyes are open but unfocused
Everything becomes a blur
We're wide awake but we're unconscious
Nothing here ever works
Credits
Writer(s): B Lancaster
Lyrics powered by www.musixmatch.com
Link
© 2024 All rights reserved. Rockol.com S.r.l. Website image policy
Rockol
- Rockol only uses images and photos made available for promotional purposes (“for press use”) by record companies, artist managements and p.r. agencies.
- Said images are used to exert a right to report and a finality of the criticism, in a degraded mode compliant to copyright laws, and exclusively inclosed in our own informative content.
- Only non-exclusive images addressed to newspaper use and, in general, copyright-free are accepted.
- Live photos are published when licensed by photographers whose copyright is quoted.
- Rockol is available to pay the right holder a fair fee should a published image’s author be unknown at the time of publishing.
Feedback
Please immediately report the presence of images possibly not compliant with the above cases so as to quickly verify an improper use: where confirmed, we would immediately proceed to their removal.