I adore the TV screen, I might just dream about things that are out of my reach
I adore the TV screen, I might just dream about things that are out of my reach
I adore the TV screen, my life's a bitch
It's not what I was brought to believe

I have lost my mind; empty brain, empty head
It's hard to decide what is real and what is dead
It's hard to cry 'cause you're dead inside
Paranoia spike, you're numb but you shiver

Out of touch, I'm in my feelings what are feelings made of
I can't feel a thing
Fuck

I adore the TV screen, I might just dream about things that are out of my reach

Professional at comparing myself
It's a competition, a global competition
And you're not even in it
Fuck you from a distance
Double-click, unseen, then
Delete, repeat, fuck the fans

I have lost my time; this time, this life ain't even mine
Mindless scrolling, bye
Don't you think about it, let's not think about it
Please don't think about, let's not think about it

Life's a bitch,
Why complain when you're not even in it?
You're a nonexistent

You're a nonexistent
Exists, insist, insists, you quit
You lost the game, you're far away
You lost the game, you're far away
You're far away
You're far away

You're a nonexistent (you're far away)
Exists, insist, insists, you quit (you're far away)
You lost the game, you're far away (you're far away)
You lost the game, you're far away (you're far away)

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Writer(s): Eduardo Machado