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aremaich - fruit flies like a banana lyrics

[verse 1: aremaich]
disconnected connections, a paradox we chase
lost in the algorithm, a vacant human sp_ce
we’re tapping, swiping, scrolling, never still
a constant craving, a never_ending thrill
information overload, a mental fatigue
lost in the echo chamber, a collective intrigue
modern society, a machine we’ve built
driven by consumption, our spirits unfulfilled
likes and shares, validation’s empty prize
chasing shadows of worth, under digital skies
we’re searching for meaning, in pixels and code
ignoring the whispers of a soul uncowed
a generation raised on instant gratification
craving dopamine hits, a constant agitation
we’re addicted to distraction, a numbing escape
from the depths of our being, a desolate shape
lost in the shuffle, a faceless identity
searching for purpose, in a world of vanity
we’re chasing trends, forgetting our core
a hollow existence, forevermore
is this the future we’ve envisioned, so bright?
or a dystopian nightmare, shrouded in night?

[chorus: todd shroughms & eva árgilsdóttir]
(ah_ah_ah) ’m trapped in a maze of ones and zeros, a digital labyrinth where souls erode (ah_ah_ah)
(ah_ah_ah) we’re wired, yet disconnected, a paradox of presence (ah_ah_ah)
(ah_ah_ah) a world of instant gratification, where depth is a relic (ah_ah_ah)
[verse 2: aremaich]
modernity’s a mirage, a desert bloom
a counterfeit currency, a haunting tune
we chase shadows, shadows of a life unseen
a digital echo chamber, a collective spleen
lost in the algorithm, a scrolling abyss
where validation’s a commodity, happiness amiss
we’re vessels of consumption, a market’s design
alienated souls, disconnected in line
the glow of the screen, a false sense of near
isolation’s epidemic, a constant fear
we crave connection, yet hide behind glass
a superficial world, where authenticities’ amassed

[verse 4: gigantello]
success redefined, numbers and clout
inner peace neglected, a forgotten route
we’re chasing the dragon, a dopamine high
ignoring the whispers, the reasons we cry
the news cycle’s a tempest, a storm of despair
divisions deepen, as empathy’s rare
we’re p_wns in a game, a political chess
while the planet’s burning, we’re caught in a mess
a culture of excess, a disposable age

- aremaich lyrics

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