Speedrun - L'Appel du Vide

Automatic generation of discontent
Static fragments
Reveries burn through our heads
Left to our own devices
Liars when we speak
L'appel du vide
Dirty habit of poetic sympathy
Classic panic
And elite sycophancy
Left to our lowly vices
Writhing in our sleep
L'appel du vide
Neurotically
Consoled by a facsimile
All the lives we said we'd always lead
Deceived by technicolor memories
And terminal sounds
Fuel our fears now
Addicted to everybody else
Theater for a lonely crowd
Ugh, whatever
The other day I left the bed went to the pier
Paralyzed by restless eyes
Oh postcard life
Wish you were here
It's such a lovely crisis
Nails caught in our teeth
L'appel du vide
Neurotically
Consoled by a facsimile
All the lives we said we'd always lead
Deceived by technicolor memories
And terminal sounds
Fuel our fears now
Addicted to everybody else
Theater for a lonely crowd

Written by:
Nina Lüders

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