
Frenetic Standstill
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Lyrics
It seems that we have lost our way
Forgot what we set out to change
Fleeting memories we reach to attain
Running faster just to stay in the same place
A paradox of temporality
Processing rapidly
The crisis of time is near
The time of crisis is here
Getting nowhere fast
Grasping time won’t last
Moving for the thrill
In the frenetic standstill
Keep on rushing through
Adrenaline as virtue
This is not a drill
The frenetic standstill
Decreasing spatiality
Global simultaneity
Placeless and synchronized
Altered and compromised
Alienation and isolation
Results of the transformation
The rearguard left behind
Disconnected and stigmatized
Getting nowhere fast
Grasping time won’t last
Moving for the thrill
In the frenetic standstill
Increase the adrenaline rush
Foregone conclusions to crush
This is not a drill
The frenetic standstill
A compression of time and space
As we move at a faster rate
Permeate and outpace
Surpass without a trace
Starving for time
Leads towards death
Or never beginning
Beginning to live
The closer the distant
The further the near
A flattened horizon
Corruption of the sphere
To break with the stubborn illusion
To shatter the temporal confusion
To break the perpetual state
Is to free and emancipate
Forgot what we set out to change
Fleeting memories we reach to attain
Running faster just to stay in the same place
A paradox of temporality
Processing rapidly
The crisis of time is near
The time of crisis is here
Getting nowhere fast
Grasping time won’t last
Moving for the thrill
In the frenetic standstill
Keep on rushing through
Adrenaline as virtue
This is not a drill
The frenetic standstill
Decreasing spatiality
Global simultaneity
Placeless and synchronized
Altered and compromised
Alienation and isolation
Results of the transformation
The rearguard left behind
Disconnected and stigmatized
Getting nowhere fast
Grasping time won’t last
Moving for the thrill
In the frenetic standstill
Increase the adrenaline rush
Foregone conclusions to crush
This is not a drill
The frenetic standstill
A compression of time and space
As we move at a faster rate
Permeate and outpace
Surpass without a trace
Starving for time
Leads towards death
Or never beginning
Beginning to live
The closer the distant
The further the near
A flattened horizon
Corruption of the sphere
To break with the stubborn illusion
To shatter the temporal confusion
To break the perpetual state
Is to free and emancipate
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