Imprimer - Paroles Mania

I am a desperate human
Inside a desperate body
Become part of new technology

I pay for no emotions
I pay for fantasy
I recreate myself electronically

I don't mind losing feeling
I don't mind losing meaning
My new connection sends me emails Curing me of healing

This people seeking people
To form realities
Are hiding in our new technology

We're gods without a heaven
We're kings without a face
I hope this happiness is fleeting... fleeting

You want your life with meaning?
You want your life with feeling?
My new connection sends me emails Curing me of healing

From Paroles Mania