Lyrics
Instrumental base by Shin-981, Lyrics by Mezandria. Your ghost keeps saying This place ain't real. Plastic smiles Under big blue lights. This town's just limbs on strings for the buzz, Souls collecting dust. All because, I was born with an electronic heart. Downloaded my spirit, Learned to love my cellmate. The soul I sold? She visits on weekends. Old friends are gone, Try to live life conscious. And your ghost keeps saying This place ain't real. You're all too dependent on the signals. And what have we done to ourselves? Sensationalize the eccentric, Damn the truth and logic within. All because, I was born with an electronic heart. Downloaded my spirit, Grew to love my cellmate. My soul I sold? Well it sees me on the weekends. Old friends are gone, Never knew them anyway. And the sky, It's falling in, It's falling in. In the seas, We're drowning. We're falling Into a wasteland. It's falling apart. And it all comes to an end. My better self's caught up in the dissonance, Personas curated to pay the rent. And bodies waste rinsed in formaldehyde, Now live life to the fullest. That's what your ghost insists on. But maybe I'm just waiting for The end. I was born with an electronic heart. Downloaded my spirit, Grew to love my cellmate. My soul I sold? Well it sees me on the weekends. Old friends are gone, Never knew them anyway. My heart is an electronic void... Without You. (without you)