Between the waves of electronsA disconnected worldEmotions disappear, swallowing my voiceIf I reach out my hands I can reach youBut my words stop there againThe traces of tears never fadeI wake up in a forest of glassPlaying my roleTired of such daysIn a frame made of light and shadow that is too perfectWhere are we really hiding?The subtle distance between you and meA future rewritten with a new fontEven names and memories have been thrown away in the pastThe march of people with hollow eyesIn the inorganic cityI'll scream with all my mightI'll check my own heartbeatA spiral vortex of lifeStars spill from the skySearching for a message in an abstract painting drawn by a wheelEverything will disappear into the darkness before your voice reaches meAnd that's how I feel, so I always stare at the small boxThe moment it disappearsThe moment it shinesAnti-selfieFalse light