We seek refuge in surrealism
Cause here, we find more recognition, receive more credit
Wearing costumes or barely anything at all, when chasing after confirmation
Interpersonal relationships lose importance while we become transparent
Showmanship makes us pretend to be someone else
Behind our masks we scream from seclusion
Depending on media, we grow more and more lonely everyday
We forget what really matters, forget what really matters
Our conscious mind is bound in chains of surrealism
We live our lives digitally
Depending on response, numbers determine our self-perception
We are fucking hypocrites and try to make our marks in this parallel universe
In reality we are nothing
We are everything here
We seek refuge in surrealism
Cause here, we find more recognition, receive more credit
Wearing costumes or barely anything at all, when chasing after confirmation
Interpersonal relationships lose importance while we become transparent
Showmanship makes us pretend to be someone else
Behind our masks we scream from seclusion
Depending on media, we grow more and more lonely everyday
We forget what really matters, forget what really matters
In reality we are nothing, but here, we are everything
But finally we are desolate and alone
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