Testo Why Do I

I don't know what I'm doing here
A hollow shell in my 16th year
Looking up to the lowest forms
And holding on to the platinum blonde

From now on
Hold on hold on
Why do I waste my time living in a silicon lie?
My manic aspirations, my plastic generation
Why do I waste my time living someone else's life

Pinning up your sullen doubts
They provide prosthetic sounds
Whispering in your ear
I'll replace your deepest fears

From now on hold on
Hold on

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