Lyrics
We‘re unaware
We are oblivious or uninformed.
Into an imperium with no right vision
Entering a powerful and dominant regime without a proper understanding.
Nice clean streets, pretty Houses and trees
Describing an idyllic setting with well-maintained streets, beautiful houses, and trees.
Every day’s the same, everything is arranged
Every day follows a predictable pattern, and everything is carefully organized.
We’re part of the game. Nothing has changed
Despite being part of this system, there is a sense of stagnation or lack of progress.
Sweet voices in your head selling you plastic life
Internal thoughts or influences promoting a superficial and artificial lifestyle.
Re-runs of sitcoms in this paradise
Repetitive broadcasts of sitcoms in this seemingly perfect environment.
I am running, running, running
The speaker is actively running, possibly metaphorical for pursuing something in life.
We’re all running, running, running
A collective acknowledgment that everyone is constantly striving or pursuing something.
We’re so pure, so rare, slowly bleeding out
Emphasizing purity and rarity, yet slowly losing these qualities.
Unaware - until we’re running out of air
Remaining unaware until faced with a shortage of breathable air, possibly symbolizing a crisis.
Into an imperium with many illusions
Entering another powerful regime characterized by many false beliefs.
Neon signs to a world of fairy tales
Reference to enticing signs leading to a world of fantasies.
Every day’s the same, everyone’s just fake
Similar to the first regime, each day is monotonous, and people are insincere or deceptive.
We’re part of the game, We’re all on the take
Despite being part of the system, individuals are opportunistic and self-serving.
Run, run, run, until we run out of air
A repetitive call to keep running until there is no more air.
They’re watching us, they are telling us what to do
Feeling under constant surveillance, being instructed on how to behave.
We are unaware until we run out of air
A collective realization of being unaware until a critical moment.
I sit in silence now, no voices to wrap me in sweet illusion
The speaker is now in a state of silence, free from influences that create false illusions.
No plastic promises, a false reality within this imperium
No more false promises or distorted reality within this dominant regime.
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