The meaning of life fades out
No good reason but I'm getting old late
I'm already anticipating the next awakening
I'd like to cry but there's nothing to it
And if they're really for sharing
Then let them come take a part of emptiness
Two hundred pleasures in the apartment
The only problem is that I'm a little tired of living
My sweet, my beautiful talks about me
And I'm the only one who's not interested
Put everything on pause, press the space bar
Yes, I'm a ghost in the dark

Modern disease
I sigh until my last
It's hell
The machine is running backwards
Oh, modern disease
I sigh until my last
It's hell
The machine is running backwards

And the night carries doubt
Lost, I don't know if I'm stuck in my room
Or stuck in my head
Since nothing changes, I tell myself I'm unlucky
Like most people
But maybe I deserve it
Oh, oh, oh, maybe I deserve it
Oh, oh, oh

Of course I feel C.U.R.S.E.D
The void is forcing me to date
Asking for help, I would never think of it
Not the type to shout "mayday" three times, nope
Just keep biting into this fruit
Until it tastes like guava
I put on my jacket to go out for a drink
But I'm still sitting and everything is closed
Good actor, I pretend to love her
It will become true three and a half days a year
But this one percent of pleasure is so refined
I know that honey only exists thanks to vinegar

Modern disease
I sigh until my last
It's hell
The machine is running backwards
Modern disease
I sigh until my last
It's hell
The machine is running backwards

And the night carries doubt
Lost, I don't know if I'm stuck in my room
Or stuck in my head
Since nothing changes, I tell myself I'm unlucky
Like most people
But maybe I deserve it
Oh, oh, oh, maybe I deserve it
Oh, oh, oh

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