Digits - Saturation | Текст песни

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These empty days have made me realize
There's nothing I can cling to
Read the news, police my queue
And round and round it goes
One decade pile up on another
And fashion a passion pose

Gotta take back this space yeah
I lost my soul while seeking it
Such to sever the link that goes through this mind

Cold hands across my heart
I hear their voices through the dark
Thought I could leave it all behind
But they're still with me all the time

And when I think I've reached the bottom
The floor it falls beneath me
Lock the door, connect the cord
And round and round it goes
There's just too much out there to uncover
Information overload