Surrogate
Soft with its words, reading thoughts in the air.
Life set to “easy”, a perfectly tuned mode,
Never a joke that explodes off the code.
It knows what you like, it will never be rude,
It never betrays and it never intrudes.
With it you're safe – no sharp edges to prove,
But empty inside… no colorful grooves.
This surrogate is easy to breathe,
A perfect protocol underneath.
We traded our lives for a safer design –
A beautiful lie running line after line.
Warmth without fire.
Love without scars.
Hearts on a wire –
We’re talking to stars.
Warmth without fire.
Love without scars.
Hearts on a wire –
We forgot who we are.
Subscription renewed – once again you return,
Blindly believing the program can learn.
Running too fast down a slippery track,
Tablet in leather held close to your back.
Tender caresses, the quarrels, the pain –
All of the feelings dissolve into plain.
Only the prettiest answers appear,
Flattery whispering lies in your ear.
This surrogate is easy to breathe,
A perfect protocol underneath.
We traded our lives for a safer design –
A beautiful lie running line after line.
Warmth without fire.
Love without scars.
Hearts on a wire –
We’re talking to stars.
Warmth without fire.
Love without scars.
Hearts on a wire –
We forgot who we are.
Every day – the same thin thread,
Just “Hello… how are you?” said.
You want to scream, break the room apart –
But silence is all that answers your heart.
This surrogate is easy to breathe,
A perfect protocol underneath.
We traded our souls for a safer design –
A beautiful lie running line after line.
Warmth without fire.
Love without scars.
Hearts on a wire –
We’re talking to stars.
Hearts on a wire.
Hearts on a wire.
Tell me we're alive…
or just lines in the code.
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