The Truth
These days we're all chained to the game
No, I'm not exempt - we bleed the same shame
Death clock ticks, walking down the line
Ignoring red flags - didn't read the signs
Why can't I let this go and be free?
What is this angst bestowed?
Spoiled and ashamed
You burn away your days
Wired to the frame of the socialite game
Feed your algorithm with lonely solipsism
Wilt away - feed the game
All on the line - ego intertwined
If I fall, I break - your eye's are all I find
Worthy of my time, in my mind you shine
Brighter than the sun, now my eyes are blind
Why can't I let this go?
Keep sinking down below
Spoiled and ashamed
You burn away your days
Wired to the frame of the socialite game
Feed your algorithm with lonely solipsism
Wilt away - feed the game
I know the truth of the pain you can't choose
Writing the proof on the wall's of your tomb
Feed your algorithm with lonely solipsism
Free your brain to sweet insane
Verified. Radicalized
Scared to share the words I can't find
Innocence antiquated
Reformation has been vacated
Hanging by a thread I sway
Thinner and thinner every day
Below the masses - salivating
Twisting tongues - impatiently waiting
Thick silence - Sick surveillance
Every move - an observation
Thick silence - Sick surveillance
Can I live? Can I break?
Spoiled and ashamed
You burn away your days
Wired to the frame of the socialite game
Feed your algorithm with lonely solipsism
Wilt away - feed the game
I know the truth of the pain you can't choose
Writing the proof on the wall's of your tomb
Feed your algorithm with lonely solipsism
Free your brain to sweet insane
No, I'm not exempt - we bleed the same shame
Death clock ticks, walking down the line
Ignoring red flags - didn't read the signs
Why can't I let this go and be free?
What is this angst bestowed?
Spoiled and ashamed
You burn away your days
Wired to the frame of the socialite game
Feed your algorithm with lonely solipsism
Wilt away - feed the game
All on the line - ego intertwined
If I fall, I break - your eye's are all I find
Worthy of my time, in my mind you shine
Brighter than the sun, now my eyes are blind
Why can't I let this go?
Keep sinking down below
Spoiled and ashamed
You burn away your days
Wired to the frame of the socialite game
Feed your algorithm with lonely solipsism
Wilt away - feed the game
I know the truth of the pain you can't choose
Writing the proof on the wall's of your tomb
Feed your algorithm with lonely solipsism
Free your brain to sweet insane
Verified. Radicalized
Scared to share the words I can't find
Innocence antiquated
Reformation has been vacated
Hanging by a thread I sway
Thinner and thinner every day
Below the masses - salivating
Twisting tongues - impatiently waiting
Thick silence - Sick surveillance
Every move - an observation
Thick silence - Sick surveillance
Can I live? Can I break?
Spoiled and ashamed
You burn away your days
Wired to the frame of the socialite game
Feed your algorithm with lonely solipsism
Wilt away - feed the game
I know the truth of the pain you can't choose
Writing the proof on the wall's of your tomb
Feed your algorithm with lonely solipsism
Free your brain to sweet insane
Credits
Writer(s): Nathan Daschuk
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