Disconnected

Aux confins de mes sentiments Aux confins de mes sentiments Tout le monde piaille tout le temps On and on and it fucks me up How it's hard to reach your hand While we tear appart And on and on logged in my skin Through hardwares and words It tastes like iron and spleen Go round and round in circles and down Lost in networks and space I wish I'll leave my fate to a fairy clown Spreading affection on our power supply But faith is harder to repair than machines, engines Feed yourself before you heal the world Deprivation of senses On dating apps you're watching more your profile Than the other ones Depravation of senses Underdog under the stars You're underscorded and why? Your words are ghosts, ethereal We build those personas worst than us to feel better about lust To feel better about lust On the fringes of my feelings everybody's searchings for their things On the fringes of my feelings everybody's searchings for their things Aux confins de mes sentiments, tout le monde piaille tout le temps Aux confins de mes sentiments, tout le monde chiale tout le temps Aux confins de mes sentiments tout le monde piaille tout le temps Aux confins de mes sentiments, tout le monde piaille tout le temps On and on and it fucks me up How it's hard to reach your hand While we tear appart And on and on logged in my skin Through hardwares and words It tastes like iron and spleen Go round and round in circles and down Lost in networks and space I wish I'll leave my fate to a fairy clown