Awake at witching hours I open up my phone screen I clear the notifs, check my locked Hum a dull melody I say I'm sick of trying I say I'm sick of breathing I say I'm sick of waiting Till the grim reaper takes me I think of why to cry I think of why to burst I think I'll write a song To post on the twenty first If I can't change these feelings If I can't look ahead Then maybe, in the end It's just not worth the stress ♪ Sitting at my desk (Whoa oh, woah oh) My body's enwrapped by the light of a DAW (Na na na) Spoken as a jest (Whoa oh, woah oh) While trying to word what the hell feels wrong (Woah oh, oh) Can you see the way My body starts to shake Reminded of another day on stage It's all the same No matter what I do These feelings will never change I'd found (I'd found) A hideaway A place where I could breathe A place where I felt safe I thought I felt a glitch But to be real, I wasn't ready for this Take my gears Crush them into parts But can you crush a digital heart Oh, hold my hand We can run away And find a way to survive in this virtual place ♪ Sitting at my desk (Woah oh, woah oh) My body's enwrapped by the light of a DAW (Na na na) Spoken as a jest (Woah oh, woah oh) Still trying to work what the hell feels wrong (Woah oh, oh) Can you see the way My body starts to shake Still placing every broken part on stage Its all the same No matter what I do These feelings will never change I'd found (I'd found) A hideaway A place where I could breathe A place where I felt safe I thought I found a glitch But to be real, I wasn't ready for this Dehumanized In the eyes of the masses Am I even a person? I don't know Do you know? Could you even know? (Tell me you know) Take my gears Crush them into parts But can you crush a digital heart Oh, hold my hand We can run away And find a way to survive in this virtual place Can you see the way My heart's aboutta break (Na na na) (Na na na) Can you see the way My heart's aboutta break (Na na na) (Na na na) Who cares about our feelings Whos cares about what we're seeing Who cares about our boundaries (Woah oh oh, oh oh) It's kinda hard breathe When your suffering's seen as a commodity (Woah oh) And you can't do a thing Take my gears Crush them into parts But can you crush a physical heart Oh, hold my hand We can run away And find a way to create a new happy place Man, I need a break (Whoa oh, oh oh, oh oh, oh oh oh oh)