Nouvelle Gaia Killing Ourselves
Overinformation explodes in our eyes
This screen burn our days
Giving us false comunication
All bows are weak
Sharing feelings through a lot of codes
Our hearts and senses are cold
We can really feel trough this pixel world?
Can we really express something when we can`t see through the eyes.
We`re killing ourselves to fit in a mold.
There`s no real emotion in this place
We`re killing ourselves to fit in a mold
There`s nothing pure in this place
Real feelings do not exist in this place.
