Tame our addictions
Keep us accustomed to this constant need of becoming someone
Feed our ego and make us self-centered suns of a selfish world

Lead us to the loss of selfhood
We’ll behave like fucking mirrors in these crowded rooms
Make us the reflection of our thirst to consume
And let us drown

Caught in the shimmer of a misleading world this life becomes mirage
And strays at the surface like unable to die
Forever captive of our eyes

We gaze at the world
Our souls as deep as a gaping gulf
Covetous of what might be lying elsewhere
We worship the feeling born from the whims of a vivid dream and the love of our barren hearts
We seek ourselves on a fucking sea of screen

Fed of fictions
Growing dim
Damned to lose ourselves in a maze of lies and mirrors
Fed of fictions, growing dim
Keeping our eyes shut, facing our own end…
…We still believe we’ll be saved
Caught in the shimmer of a misleading world this life becomes mirage
And strays at the surface like unable to die
Forever captive of our eyes