Black arms, hidden in the dark, lost in the crowd
Waiting for your first mistake
You post everything, criticize everything, hate everything
Living through the media, waiting for something exciting, the world is not fast enough, this is not what you expected
You're living through your fingers, always talking about the pain, and what defines you best is just a blue light on your face
What did you become? You don't remember my name
Why are you so numb? A slave among the kings