Lifeless/Idee - Fuck the Facts

Your second self

Within the incoherence, the dysfunction, hallucinations

Fight with the realm of reality

Motionless, you broadcast your thoughts and ideals

You exist on display

Unsatisfied

Your emptiness

Your escape

With limited rules and consequences

Your definition of efficiency

The minimal loss of time

The maximum grant of pleasure

But you remain dry

Your disregard and lost interest

In the simplest and genuine life delights

They loss their sweetness within your new found life

Within your new found life

Keep digging

In the bottomless barrel of your illusions

With the certainty you can be anyone you want

You wear your new identities as if it was better fitted for you

Isn’t easier to erase

Then face your failures

This short term relief

Will leave you with a heavy social void

Each moment spent is taking you further from an end

From me and everyone else

Yet you can’t stop?

Didn’t you question yourself twice before

Making it your priority, your obsession

Yet you can’t stop?

With the lapse of time

It grew to be the leading portion of your life

Isolated, negligent, you can’t recollect

The amount of hours lost

Feeding lies to conceal what you actually do with your time

You barely sleep

And spend all your waken moments obsessing over your fiction

With all these hours lost

That you threw away

You could have accomplished great things

What have you gained?

There is no double life

Just one on…

There is no double life

Just one, just one

On decline

There is no double life

Just one on decline