LYRICS
作词 : Vane Lily
作曲 : Vane Lily
Awake at witching hours
I open up my phone screen
I clear the notifs,
Check my locked
Hum a dull melody
I say I'm sick of trying
I say I'm sick of breathing
I say I'm sick of waiting
Till the grim reaper takes me
I think of why to cry
I think why to burst
I think I'll write a song to post on the twenty-first
If I can't change these feelings
If I can't look ahead
Then maybe,in the end
It's just not wroth the stress
Sitting at my desk
Whoa oh whoa oh
My body's enwerapped by the light of a DAW
Na na na
Spoken as a jest
Whoa oh whoa oh
While trying to word what the hell feels wrong
Whoa oh oh
Can you see the way
My body starts to shake
Reminded of another day on stage
It's all the same
No matter what I do
These feelings will never change
I'd found a hideaway
A place where I could breathe
A place I felt safe
I thought I felt a glitch
But to be real,I wasn't ready for this
Take my gears crush them into parts
But can you crush a digital heart,oh
Hold my hand,we can run away
And find a way to survive in this virtual place
Sitting at my desk
Whoa oh whoa oh
My body's enwrapped by the light of a DAW
Na na na
Spoken as a jest
Whoa oh whoa oh
Still trying to word what the hell feels wrong
Whoa oh oh
Can you see the way
My body starts to shake
Still placing every broken part on stage
It's all the same
No matter what I do
These feelings will never change
I'd found a hideaway
A place where I could breathe
A place I felt safe
I thought I felt a glitch
But to be real,I wasn't ready for this
Dehumanized in the eyes of the masses
Am I even a person?
I don't know
Do you know?
Could you even know?(tell me you know)
Take my gears crush them into parts
But can you crush a digital heart,oh
Hold my hand,we can run away
And find a way to survive in this virtual place
Can you see the way
My heart's aboutta break
Na na na
Can you see the way
My heart's aboutta break
Na na na
Who cares about our feelings
Who cares about what we're seeing
Who cares about our boundaries
Whoa oh whoa oh
It's kinda hard to breathe
When your suffering's seen as a commodity
Whoa oh
And you can't do a thing
Take my gears crush them into parts
But can you crush a physical heart,oh
Hold my hand,we can run away
And find a way to create a new happy place
Man, I need a break
Whoa