digital/physical heart (instrumental)

Vane Lily - digital/physical heart

Original Song by: Vane Lily

Lyrics by: Vane Lily

Vocals by: ANRI (Synth V)

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 of 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 worth the stress

Sitting at my desk

My body's enwrapped by the light of a DAW

Spoken as a jest

While trying to word what the hell feels wrong

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 where 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

My body's enwrapped by the light of a DAW

Spoken as a jest

Still trying to work what the hell feels wrong

Can you see the way

My body starts to shake

Still placing every broken part on stage

Its 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 where I felt safe

I thought I found 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

Can you see the way

My heart's aboutta break

Who cares about our feelings

Whos cares about what we're seeing

Who cares about our boundaries

It's kinda hard to breathe

When your suffering's seen as a commodity

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