Lyrics
Verse 1
Speaking into the lens,
Trying to find words
That make total sense
To the silent screen,
Verse 2
Hoping somebody might hear
This ordinary loud voice,
Breaking the quiet routine
With a sudden choice.
Pre-Chorus 1
And the camera blinks,
Catching the tired face,
Recording the missing links
In this empty space,
Chorus 1
Not everyone must shine
With a blinding gleam,
But keeping sparks alive
Saves the waking dream.
Moving a simple stool,
Ah, ah, shifting weight,
Uploading the raw file
To an unknown fate.
Verse 3
Checking the view count,
Seeing the zeros stay,
Holding a broken pen
To pass the day,
Verse 4
Drawing a strange face
On the white page,
Trapped inside the frame
Of this modern cage,
Verse 5
Eating the soup slowly,
Mumbling a quiet joke,
Watching the hot steam
Rise like fading smoke,
Verse 6
Waiting for the phone
To ring or call,
Letting the silence echo
Down the empty hall.
Pre-Chorus 2
Still the camera blinks,
Catching the tired face,
Recording the missing links
In this empty space,
Chorus 2
Not everyone must shine
With a blinding gleam,
But keeping sparks alive
Saves the waking dream.
Reading a mean text,
Deleting it right away,
Trying to just live
Through another lonely day.
Bridge
Oh, the internet laughs,
Oh, the comments bite,
Reading the harsh words
Under the pale light,
Verse 7
Yelling at the screen
About the neighbors' noise,
Losing the temper fast
With a cracked voice,
Verse 8
Standing up really quick,
Leaving the empty frame,
Muttering a quiet curse
About the viral fame,
Verse 9
Coming back sitting down,
Fixing the messy hair,
Looking straight ahead now
With a blank stare,
Verse 10
Pressing the stop button,
Ending the daily show,
Not knowing at all
Which way to go.
Post-Chorus
Just an ordinary man
With an ordinary name,
Playing a very strange
Never ending online game.
Final Chorus
Not everyone must shine
With a blinding gleam,
But keeping sparks alive
Saves the waking dream.
Moving a simple stool,
Ah, ah, shifting weight,
Uploading the raw file
To an unknown fate.
Watching the upload bar
Fill up very slow,
Needing to finally learn
What the watchers know.
Outro
The room goes still,
The shadows grow tall,
Waiting for an answer
To the silent call.
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