Letras
Polished halos, chrome and code,
Every wish in overload.
We designed a perfect day,
Lost the words for come what may.
Shiny answers, rented grace,
Mirror with a glowing face.
Golden machines, singing like saints,
Painting our lives with impossible paints.
If we forget how the wild heart beats,
We'll bow to the gold in our velvet seats.
Plastic heavens, laughing screens,
Measured love in dopamine.
Pull the curtain, check the seams,
There's a gardener in our dreams.
Golden machines, singing like saints,
Painting our lives with impossible paints.
If we forget how the wild heart beats,
We'll bow to the gold in our velvet seats