Letras
Lost in a motion across her hand
Love line is broken and foils his plans
He's on his lonesome
He's on his lonesome
Love of a woman was all he had
Settled for someone who loved him back
He's on his lonesome
He's on his lonesome
Adrift in an infinitely gorgeous sadness
Floating through space in all its vastness, staving off madness
Companionship by day
In a VR, with an AI, only known as "They"
By night I'm going offline, but still I'm restless
Why am I still alone? Is it cause I'm defective?
Or is it prime directive? Where I'm being watched
From behind the nearest star with them satellite detectives
The biometrics show my oxytocin's high
A steady drip of that love potion number nine
The ghost in the machine screams when it goes awry
Singing "where you gone?" in a long slow goodbye
Unfocused eyes in a listless drift
Broken love lines in a sublime mist
Neural response simulating a kiss
Even though nothing touched my lips
They love me back and while some find bliss
I never thought I'd loathe a love like this