Dusty Guns, Digital Blood

Lyrics

Fake world — fake smiles, everybody plays a role, gold around the body but there's nothing in the soul, everybody wants the money, everybody wants control, selling pieces of themselves just to make the numbers grow. Modern hell — welcome where the angels learned to lie, everybody says they love you while they're waiting for goodbye, brothers when you're flying, disappear the day you die, pretty pictures on the screen — ugly truth behind the light. Fake love, fake trust, fake friends, fake fame, different fucking faces but they're playing the same game, everybody wants the crown, nobody can take the pain, Daniel Šarga walking through it — still remembering every name. Manipulation — calculation — fabrication, manufactured personalities for public validation, conversation turns to business, friendship turns negotiation, everybody selling souls for temporary elevation. Woah-oh... Welcome to the fake world... Woah-oh... Welcome to the modern hell... Scroll — swipe — new night, new lie, everybody looking rich, everybody looking high, million people watching you, but no one's by your side, everybody selling heaven while they're dead inside. Money talks — loyalty walks, everybody loves you when you're standing at the top, when the money disappears, watch the conversations stop, same brothers screaming “family” suddenly forgot the block. Daniel Šarga — head high, eyes low, I don't need to tell the whole damn city what I know, I can recognize a snake by the way the stories grow, let 'em smile into my face — time will always make it show. Woah-oh... Pretty smiles and empty eyes... Woah-oh... Everybody sells a lie... Welcome to the fake world, everybody plays pretend, brother when you have it, stranger when the money ends. Welcome to the fake world, everything is bought and sold, everybody chasing diamonds while their fucking hearts turn cold. No horns — no flames — no devil dressed in red, he's wearing polished leather with a Rolex on his hand, calls you “brother”, shakes your hand, says he'll follow till the end, then he's counting every dollar he can make by selling friends. Click — flash — everybody wants attention, cash — brands — everybody needs acceptance, fake romance turned into another transaction, real emotion disappearing under digital perfection. Fast flow — mask low — everybody wants the throne, big house, big chain, still they're terrified alone, ten thousand names inside the phone, nobody really phones, modern world connected everything — except the fucking souls. Woah-oh... Can you hear the city cry? Woah-oh... Neon heaven built on lies... Daniel Šarga — no halo, no disguise, seen enough to know that truth don't need to advertise, when a man must scream he's real, I start reading between the lines, 'cause the loudest fucking angels usually hide the darkest side. False gods on the billboards, false kings upon the screen, selling plastic happiness and manufactured dreams, kids are learning human value from a number on a screen, everybody looks alive — but nobody knows what living means. Greed grows — trust goes — everybody knows the game, new clothes, new pose — underneath they're still the same, sell your brother for the money, sell your lover for the fame, then you look into the mirror and can't recognize your name. Modern hell — we don't need another gate, we've been building it together every night and every day, turned affection into business, turned attention into pay, then we wonder why humanity is slowly rotting away. Woah-oh... Welcome to the fake world... Woah-oh... Welcome to the modern hell... Fake world — fake smiles — everybody plays a role, gold around the body but there's nothing in the soul, everybody wants the money, everybody wants control, Daniel Šarga through the darkness — still refusing to be sold. Lights down — masks fall — now the truth is coming out, all the kings without their followers ain't kings without the crowd, all the people screaming “REAL” don't need to scream it quite so loud, when the silence hits the city — that's when truth becomes the sound. Woah-oh... Fake world