In high definition
You stare at your dark thoughts
You wish everything was beautiful
But without a filter everything is pale

There is no more ideal
Only the lie of friendship
Without substance and digital
Without substance and digital

In high resolution
You deceive loneliness
Of these nights behind the screen
To supplant your morale
Collections of disposable loves
In your hypersocial head

Without substance and digital
Without substance and digital

CONSULTER LES PAROLES ORIGINALES