By Will Alone - Dating Apps (feat. Andrew Zink) Lyrics

This mask will sooner or later
Will have to be dismissed
These applications have made us
Internally deceased

Lucky for us we can blame them
Or were we so, before?
This fraud is common and merry
All hail the church of whores

All hail the church of whores
All hail the church of whores

Decay is what we've got here
Taking down the pace, return the heartbeat back to its place
All too familiar routine
A never ending fear, something's taking over here

So now we got apps, forgot how it feels
To feel with our hearts, something is amiss
So now we got websites that help us get sex nights
Sometime we get neck bites sometimes none at all

This mask will sooner or later
Will have to be dismissed
These applications have made us
Internally deceased

So baby swipe me right
This is a just a human auction
We're in a sect, we're dead and through inside
Sweet vanity will prove salvation
We're buying and selling,
What's left of our being, It's sick but it's hard to resist
So swipe left another, judge this book by its cover
There's nothing inside anyways

So swipe left another
Judge this book by its cover
There's nothing inside
There's nothing inside anyways

Sweet vanity
The church of whores

This mask will sooner or later become your face trust me i've seen a transformation obscene
And don't neglect to show pain It's only human don't be so vain, take down the pace make it plain
Persist and show that you're ready to resist
An unavertable course, is that this mask will be dismissed

This mask will sooner or later
Will have to be dismissed
These applications have made us
Internally deceased

All hail the church of whores

Lucky for us we can blame them
Or were we so, before?
This fraud is common and merry
All hail the church of whores

(Andrew)
So baby swipe me right
This is a just a human auction
We're in a sect, we're dead and through inside
Sweet vanity will prove salvation
We're buying and selling
What's left of our being, it's sick but it's hard to resist
So swipe left another
Judge this book by its cover, there's nothing inside anyways
There's nothing inside anyways
Sweet vanity will prove salvation