Analog

Stay cold

Through all the dead ends

The one minute sensations and cheap imitations

Don't let your life become a passing trend

From empty spaces to the book of many faces

Is there any room for a beating heart in a digital wasteland?

It was broken from the start

We witnessed this firsthand

This was never the way it was supposed to be

I won't be a slave to the corporate machine

The tempting offers lead to darker things

When you wake up you will finally see

America, land of the third degree

I am dangerous

I am dangerous

Stay cold

Through all the dead ends

The one minute sensations and cheap imitations

Or am I just a passing trend?

From empty spaces to the book of many faces

Is there any room for a beating heart in a digital wasteland?

It was broken from the start

We witnessed this firsthand

This was never the way it was supposed to be

From empty spaces to the book of many faces

Is there any room for a beating heart in a digital wasteland?

It was broken from the start

We witnessed this firsthand

This was never the way it was supposed to be