Credits

COMPOSITION & LYRICS
Yoav Ruiz-Feingold
Yoav Ruiz-Feingold
Songwriter
Matias Bahamondes
Matias Bahamondes
Songwriter
Agustin Lobo
Agustin Lobo
Songwriter
PRODUCTION & ENGINEERING
Pancho Arenas
Pancho Arenas
Mixing Engineer

Lyrics

Look at all these people doing their best to feel alive
Flushing money into good times all the while they are scraping by
I don't blame them
But I'm not them
They numb the pain with excess but this cycle is relentless
The race is rigged but these people don't care
They love the nightclubs, hotel rooms and thin air
In the end, I'm not so different, we're all just dying inside
But I've already died
Some take photos, helps look like they belong
Buy a drink and strike up conversation
Dance with strangers, make new friends hope they stay
Fight existential decay
People just want bright lights
A good fuck, loud music, faded vision
Give them that, problems go away
Fucking planet's dying, might as well just enjoy today
But I loathe this game
There's too many bodies in here
And yet no one is here at all
At the heart of man is a void
If it isn't filled, life it destroys
Sociophobia takes its toll
Devastates, isolates my mind above all
Why do I look at all these people doing their best to feel alive?
Flushing money into good times all the while they are scraping by
I don't blame them, but I'm not them
I'm not like them, I am not them
Keep up the charade
Smile and laugh like I'm alive
Ask myself why I'm not at home where I might suffer alone
Why is everybody vacant?
Where is everyone's humanity?
And now I am alone
No more suffering
I exist for my own needs
And now I am alone
No more suffering
I exist for my own needs
Written by: Agustin Lobo, Matias Bahamondes, Yoav Ruiz-Feingold
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