Maybe it’s just depression
or the constant pressure
of being something that I am not supposed to be
unhappy, bored and suicidal
let’s live in denial
becoming so unsocial
the anthem of a numb generation
Static in my bloodstream
white noise inside my daydreams
another masked confession hidden underneath my skin
I wear a smile like a weapon
self-destruction dressed in heaven
while every mirror in this room keeps swallowing me in
We sink slow
like shadows in the floodlights
cold souls dancing with the parasites
tell me, are we alive
or just sedated enough to survive?
Every conversation feels synthetic
love reduced to something anesthetic
touch me like a ghost that disappeared before the dawn
I keep chewing on the silence
praying beauty kills the violence
but all the prayers collapse before they ever carry on
So pull me under softly
let the void absorb me
if I fade away tonight, don’t pretend you never knew
we are children of the aftermath
broken veins and shattered glass
singing hallelujah while the world burns blue