Surrogate

Artists : Epidemic Effect : Surrogate

I can't breathe
I can't speak
I can't see
I can't dream
I need sleep
I need
I always fucking need
Looked beyond the box that I pour in to daily
Searching for something to this reality

Replace my eyes with those less literal
to tame this freedom of mind

If I "am" (carbon-based life with the ability to think freely)
and your tv "is" (human-made materialistic god),
than we either both have a soul or neither of us do,
which seems more likely?

Replace my eyes with those less literal
to tame this freedom of mind
By now I'm home
My mind will roam
My body's asleep
but my soul's not at peace

GIVE IN
TO YOUR TV
THE GOLDEN CALF
OF THE 21st CENTURY

Do I dare face the euphoria
of the broken faces that leak
through the cracks of this fucked society
making synonyms of want and need
If I "am" and they "are"
and we exist to simply co-exist
than no one has a soul
God, forgive me if i'm wrong...
BUT MY TV MAKES ME WHOLE

Replace my eyes with those less literal
to tame this freedom of mind
By now I'm home
My mind will roam
and my eyes are fixated on any temporary relief