[Verse 1] Drown me in a filter, crank the light to max, I’m a grand creator, hiding all the cracks. Profile is an icon, status is the throne, Locked inside a box now, born here all alone. You see only edges, just a thin facade — Caged inside a prison, artificial yard. But if you should touch me — fingers slip away: Coldness of the metal, arches in decay. [Pre-Chorus] Building bridges made of faces in a code, Scared to see the lashes tremble on this road. Look at me through lenses, through a piece of glass — Truth has reached its limit, everything shall pass. [Chorus] We are so ideal, while we so unreal! In an optical trance, in a cage, pure as steel. Do not touch with fingers — I will fall apart, I’m a simulacrum of a happy heart! [Verse 2] Midnight for a meeting — "Anon" mode is on, World is all distorted, every hope is gone. Under pixel layers hiding deep-set fright, White and hollow shadows in the dead of night. No one seeks the truth now, no one seeks the tact, Terrified of any honest human contact. In a sterile heaven, neon never dies, We are close together. Lonely in our lies. [Bridge] Random little glare on the graying glass... Who are you behind it? Who am I... upon this earth? Turn me off! [Pre-Chorus] Building bridges made of faces in a code, Scared to see the lashes tremble on this road. Look at me through lenses, through a piece of glass — Truth has reached its limit, everything shall pass. [Chorus] We are so ideal, while we so unreal! In an optical trance, in a cage, pure as steel. Do not touch with fingers — I will fall apart, I’m a simulacrum of a happy heart! [Outro] Caged inside a prison... Artificial yard... Arches in decay. In a cage, pure as steel...
