Digital/physical heart

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 (Whoa oh woah oh)
My body’s enwrapped by the light of a DAW (na na na)
Spoken as a jest (Whoa oh woah oh)
While trying to word what the hell feels wrong (Woah oh oh)

Can you see the way
My body starts to shake
Reminded of another day on stage
Its all thе same
No matter what I do
Thesе feelings will never change

I'd found
A hideaway
A place where I could breathe
A place I felt safe
I thought I felt a glitch
But to be real, I wasn't ready for this

Take my gears
Put 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 (Woah oh woah oh)
My body's enwrapped by the light of a DAW (na na na)
Spoken as a jest (Woah oh woah oh)
Still trying to work what the hell feels wrong (Woah oh oh)

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 dont know
Do you know?
Could you even know? (Tell me you know)

Take my gears
Place 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 (na na na) (na na na)
Can you see the way
My hearts aboutta break (na na na) (na na na)

Who cares about our feelings
Whos cares about what we're seeing
Who cares about our boundaries (Woah oh oh)
Its kinda hard breathe
When your suffering's seen as a commodity (Woah oh)
And you can't do a thing

Take my gears
Place 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