Unaware

(альбом: Arms - 2018)

We're unaware
We're unaware
We're unaware

Into an imperium with no right vision
Nice clean streets, pretty houses and trees
Every day's the same, everything is arranged
We're part of the game, nothing has changed

Sweet voices in your head selling you plastic life
Re-runs of sitcoms in this paradise

I am running, running, running
We're all running, running, running
We're so pure, so rare, slowly bleeding out
Unaware
Running, running, running
We're all running, running, running
We're so pure, so rare, slowly bleeding out
Unaware

We're unaware
We're unaware
We're unaware
Until we're running out of air

Into an imperium with many illusions
Neon signs to a world of fairy tales
Every day's the same, everyone's just fake
We're part of the game, we're all on the take

Sweet voices in your head selling you plastic life
Re-runs of sitcoms in this paradise

I am running, running, running
We're all running, running, running
We're so pure, so rare, slowly bleeding out
Unaware
Running, running, running
We're all running, running, running
We're so pure, so rare, slowly bleeding out
Unaware

Run, run, run
Run, run, run, run
Run, run, run
Run, run, run, run
Until we run out of air

They're watching us
They are telling us what to do
We are unaware
Until we run out of air

I sit in silence now
No voices to wrap me in sweet illusion
No plastic promises, no
A false reality within this
Imperium
Imperium

I am running, running, running
We're all running, running, running
We're so pure, so rare, slowly bleeding out
Unaware

We're unaware
We're unaware
We're unaware
Until we're running out of air

We're unaware
We're unaware
Until we're running out of air