Paul Pedana - The Right Swing testo lyric

TESTO

When the rain stops the trees weep.
A profound apathy, flawless as the void of nowhere.
Like the longing to consume all your troubles, convinced that they have been aged enough in the jar of your mind.

Where am I?… What is this?
This hyper connected world is gradually shrinking.
All those individuals out there searching for a cerebral lifting.
A robotic plastic surgery for the soul.
A transplantation of the conscience.

Like digital marionettes, they mold their lives to fit the trending molds, sacrificing their existence for the fleeting embrace of virtual applause.
In the realm of virtual facades, they are slaves to the algorithmic gods sacrificing individuality on the altar of trending conformity.

Well., You don’t have seek the perfect balance but keep on dancing with the right swing.