Torn in my reflection as I am taught to sit another day
Blinded under bright lights, the screens absorb, digest, adjust and play
Torn in my perception as I feel no passion another day
Lost in my description as I have nothing to reveal today
Unknown
On this hollow floor
Zero solid bodies out
Zero horizon
Lost in my reflection as I see ghosts spinning all around me
None stop, no interest to stare at the emptiness around
Shielded by the distance, all mouths connect and play the intellect
Led by some obsession of marking a world devoid of aspect
Drown in my illusion as I succomb to sit another day
Out of self-decisions my will follows and ajusts another day
Unknown
On this hollow floor
Zero solid bodies out
Zero horizon
Imagine all these people, cables and wires
Oversaturated, each day required
Fed with all the data around, in huge amounts
Imagine their face when all screens shut down
Imagine all those people, cables and wires
Imagine all those faces if screens shut down
Imagine all those people, cables and wires
Imagine their face when all screens shut down
Zero, Zero, There are Zero Solid Bodies out
Zero, Zero, There are Zero Solid Bodies
Drained, out of functions as truth reveals no distraction around
Usual deep deception as truth switches landscapes once again around
Torn in my perception as I am torn in my reflection as I am torn in my description as I am
Torn in my own functions as I am
As I am
Unknown
On this hollow floor
Zero solid bodies out
Zero horizon
I remain unknown
On this hollow floor
Zero solid bodies out
Zero horizon
Imagine all these people, cables and wires
Oversaturated, each day required
Fed with all the data around, in huge amounts
Imagine all those faces if screens shut down
Imagine all these people, cables and wires
Oversaturated, each day required
Fed with all the data around, in huge amounts
Imagine all those faces if screens shut down