TV
I adore the TV screen, I might just dream about things that are out of my reach
I adore the TV screen, I might just dream about things that are out of my reach
I adore the TV screen, my life's a bitch
It's not what I was brought to believe
I have lost my mind; empty brain, empty head
It's hard to decide what is real and what is dead
It's hard to cry 'cause you're dead inside
Paranoia spike, you're numb but you shiver
Out of touch, I'm in my feelings what are feelings made of
I can't feel a thing
Fuck
I adore the TV screen, I might just dream about things that are out of my reach
Professional at comparing myself
It's a competition, a global competition
And you're not even in it
Fuck you from a distance
Double-click, unseen, then
Delete, repeat, fuck the fans
I have lost my time; this time, this life ain't even mine
Mindless scrolling, bye
Don't you think about it, let's not think about it
Please don't think about, let's not think about it
Life's a bitch,
Why complain when you're not even in it?
You're a nonexistent
You're a nonexistent
Exists, insist, insists, you quit
You lost the game, you're far away
You lost the game, you're far away
You're far away
You're far away
You're a nonexistent (you're far away)
Exists, insist, insists, you quit (you're far away)
You lost the game, you're far away (you're far away)
You lost the game, you're far away (you're far away)
I adore the TV screen, I might just dream about things that are out of my reach
I adore the TV screen, my life's a bitch
It's not what I was brought to believe
I have lost my mind; empty brain, empty head
It's hard to decide what is real and what is dead
It's hard to cry 'cause you're dead inside
Paranoia spike, you're numb but you shiver
Out of touch, I'm in my feelings what are feelings made of
I can't feel a thing
Fuck
I adore the TV screen, I might just dream about things that are out of my reach
Professional at comparing myself
It's a competition, a global competition
And you're not even in it
Fuck you from a distance
Double-click, unseen, then
Delete, repeat, fuck the fans
I have lost my time; this time, this life ain't even mine
Mindless scrolling, bye
Don't you think about it, let's not think about it
Please don't think about, let's not think about it
Life's a bitch,
Why complain when you're not even in it?
You're a nonexistent
You're a nonexistent
Exists, insist, insists, you quit
You lost the game, you're far away
You lost the game, you're far away
You're far away
You're far away
You're a nonexistent (you're far away)
Exists, insist, insists, you quit (you're far away)
You lost the game, you're far away (you're far away)
You lost the game, you're far away (you're far away)
Credits
Writer(s): Eduardo Machado
Lyrics powered by www.musixmatch.com
Link
Other Album Tracks
© 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.