Digital



Never last taking, but the last to give

But when your soul starts shaking, there's a fine line

Could be a broke in the gutter or the president, it doesn't matter


Awake and pushing silently the sound of hate

And wearing violently the crown


Never last taking, but the last to give

Never last taking, but the last to give

Never last taking, but the last to give

But when your soul starts shaking, there's a fine line

Could be a broke in the gutter or the president, it doesn't matter

You've fucking taken the ladder down in their eyes


Awake, but the brain for sure forgot to live

Something is running through my mind

Oh, wait, now what was it?

So many goals in material (material)

Sex on the mind, the mind in chemicals, oh


Don't stop pulling

We are the world that we know

Passive in our ways, but digitally so vocal

Time is moving

Forgetting that as we grow

Passive are the youth, so digital (digital)


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Passive in our ways, but digitally so vocal


Passive are the youth, so digital (digital)


(Digital)

(Digital)

(Digital)

(Digital)

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Sex on the mind, the mind in chemicals, oh


Don't stop pulling

We are the world that we know

Passive in our ways, but digitally so vocal

Time is moving

Forgetting that as we grow

Passive are the youth, so digital


Passive are the youth, so digital (digital)


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