Transmissions Lyrics

Capturing the attention
Of the masses; hopelessly lost
Mentally numb, embracing the rot
Compressing one's lifespan
To a series of photos, filtered through fiction
Cast to the clouds, setting the standard

I am nothing more than what's advertised to me
I am nothing more than the content I generate
Only worth a second
In a passing scroll

A means to captivate
My pulse holds no weight
The modern age is killing me
I am nothing, I have nothing left

Waiting for transmissions
On a screen
Waiting for transmissions
On a screen
Waiting for transmissions
On a screen
Waiting for transmissions
On a screen

The value of life
Condensed to what can be advertised
The value of life
Condensed to chasing clout
Days move in circles
Filled with envy
Days turn to nights
Blurring everything

Claw my way from the cesspool
To rise above monotony
My broken will
Amended, to serve myself

I wasn't meant for this
To live like this
So unfulfilled
Longing, For something more

There's a purpose in everything
I know. I've seen it
There's substance here
I know, I've felt it

Victims of influence
Drowning in opportunity
Scrape away the cataracts
To see the beauty

Waiting for transmissions
To distract myself from
All the pain that stems
From my lack of will
To live my life freely
As intended