11.11

In concrete veins, the poison flows
The city breathes, a dying rose
We sold the sky for a little more light
Now a rusting sun bleeds into the night
The children play with bones and wire
Setting their plastic dreams on fire
Yeah, we built our heaven on a fault line crack
And we all know there's no turning back

I wear my skin like a porcelain tear
A pretty shell for all the fear
We are the glass-eyed dolls on display
Winding down at the end of the day
Our lullabies are the static's hiss
Sealed with a sterile, digital kiss
We traded our souls for a silicon dream
And nobody hears you when the future screams

This is the eulogy for the unborn
The anthem for the beautifully torn
So let's dance on the ashes of our last desire
And feed our hearts to the growing fire
Welcome, welcome to the final show
We are the afterglow
The future is a cancer in a sugar-coat
The last prayer stuck in a dying throat

God is a glitch in the mainframe's hum
A broken promise for the deaf and dumb
The angels are choking on acid rain
Selling salvation for a little more pain
We crucify ourselves on screens of blue
For a 'like', a 'share', a "we love you"
It's the new religion, the sacred lie
A perfect world where we all can die

Love is a code we forgot how to write
A ghost that flickers in the pale moonlight
I trace the scars on your vacant face
Another product I can't replace
We whisper secrets in algorithms deep
While our hollow bodies are fast asleep
This empty stage is our only home
Under a broken, holographic dome

This is the eulogy for the unborn
The anthem for the beautifully torn
So let's dance on the ashes of our last desire
And feed our hearts to the growing fire
Welcome, welcome to the final show
We are the afterglow
The future is a cancer in a sugar-coat
The last prayer stuck in a dying throat

Countdown to zero!
We are the beautiful ruin!
Inhale the fallout!
Exhale the human!
We are the virus and the cure, so pure, so pure!

This is the eulogy for the unborn
The anthem for the beautifully torn
So let's dance on the ashes of our last desire
And feed our hearts to the growing fire
Welcome, welcome to the final show
We are the afterglow
The future is a cancer in a sugar-coat
The last prayer stuck in a dying throat

The afterglow...
We are the afterglow...
fade to nothing... (nothing)

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