paroles de chanson Shortcuts - Coilguns

Scrolling it up to the bang
To the zero point
If such a thing ever was

Who shall we blame?
For our tired thumbs
Our fractal indexes
Filed in the vapor

Clouded minds
On the city trails
Looking for faces
Ranking new places

Embodied in numbers
Hunting down fake viewers
We're a prey for the brains
Of a bodiless grace
Now if this world ain't sound
We just need to slow it down