[Verse 1]
Hopeless gloom and the identity of ideas
In this world of bright lights and flashes
I am the smallest grain of sand, a fragment of passions
I am driven by a surplus of desires and tensions
[Bridge]
The postmortem Library of Alexandria
Reveals its secret treasures, we drown in them
It is a digital stack of desires
A culture of known but unreachable pleasures
Run to the end
In this realm
You will never find yourself, nor believe in self
If you are enslaved
[Verse 2]
A culture in a form of bacterial reproduction
Forces me to leave my comfort zone
Everything around is a mess and destruction
No longer I feel lucky, only alone
[Verse 3]
Wisdom turns to water, draining through my hands
Slowly vaporizing, it returns to me again
Gentle drops of rain fall over my skin
A fear to lose is the most destructive sin
Hopeless gloom and the identity of ideas
In this world of bright lights and flashes
I am the smallest grain of sand, a fragment of passions
I am driven by a surplus of desires and tensions
[Bridge]
The postmortem Library of Alexandria
Reveals its secret treasures, we drown in them
It is a digital stack of desires
A culture of known but unreachable pleasures
Run to the end
In this realm
You will never find yourself, nor believe in self
If you are enslaved
[Verse 2]
A culture in a form of bacterial reproduction
Forces me to leave my comfort zone
Everything around is a mess and destruction
No longer I feel lucky, only alone
[Verse 3]
Wisdom turns to water, draining through my hands
Slowly vaporizing, it returns to me again
Gentle drops of rain fall over my skin
A fear to lose is the most destructive sin
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