Have you ever tried to leave
All this void
All this void, which is more than you? Which is more than you
Our vision grinded and filled with frills
There at their disposal
What's left of us?
Is there still something forbidden to discover about ourselves?
In my hands I've just a surrogate of you
The others keep me company
With their speechless judgement
Alone
Stuck in this web
Where virtual is more than real
We look for a last bond that can save us
One last bond to save yourself
From this wasteland
What's left of us?