Intro: verse 1: We’ve finally found a way To consume boredom every day We’ve all become our personal gods We’ve all become so sad and lost So sad so sad so sad and lost A billion balconies facing the sun A billion faces turned to their screens The perfect answer to camouflage our screams A billion lies becoming the truth An ecstasy of the eye As wide as eternity tonight As wide as eternity tonight Solo 1: verse 2: We found expression for our hate Without any kind of consequence Who needs patience anymore When all our pleasure’s virtual Pleasure’s pleasure’s pleasure’s virtual A billion balconies facing the sun A billion faces turned to their screens The perfect answer to camouflage our screams A billion lies becoming the truth An ecstasy of the eye As wide as eternity tonight As wide as eternity tonight Solo 2: u>      A billion balconies facing the sun A billion faces turned to their screens The perfect answer to camouflage our screams A billion lies becoming the truth An ecstasy of the eye As wide as eternity tonight As wide as eternity tonight Coda: (X4)

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À propos de la chanson

La chanson évoque notre tendance moderne à nous isoler derrière nos écrans, à rechercher des plaisirs éphémères dans un monde virtuel tout en négligeant la réalité qui nous entoure. Elle parle d'une génération perdue, substituant des interactions authentiques par des images flatteuses et des mensonges qui deviennent leur vérité. Dans ce contexte où la connectivité se confond avec la solitude, les visages s'éloignent de la lumière du soleil, s'accommodant d'une existence où les cris de désespoir sont masqués par des illusions numériques. C'est un reflet saisissant de notre époque, où la superficialité semble régner en maître.